Carolina Mud

Carolina Mud                              October 28, 2004

It was raining in the mountains 

In good ol' Brasstown. 

A quiet place, the culture dry, 

But now it appears to be quite wet. 

There's a family reunion tomorrow, 

A return to the roots of our blood. 

It all mixes together, really, 

Like the mushy Carolina mud. 

Nothing, not the elements, 

Can nor will keep us apart, 

For the family ties, here or there, 

Are really quite strong. 

We remember the days long ago 

When we were so very young, 

And realize that time flies away from us 

As it does for the Carolina mud. 

O' Carolina, how you've always been there. 

You're so staid and you're so old, 

But you've not gone anywhere, 

And for that, you are so bold. 

Let me just tell you something, bud, 

About what the rain can nor will never kill: 

I shall never let the Carolina mud 

Sour my soul or my will. 

Now, the sun is out, and it's so pretty, 

And the children are out at play. 

The mean ol rain left for another city; 

It packed up and ran away. 

Love of the family buoyed us up, 

And there's nothing to stop us now, 

So, pour yourself another cup; 

There's no more Carolina mud.