Dixie Blues

Off old 65 Down in Nashville, Tennessee There's an old wooden church In the shade of hidden trees The church was so ancient The mice wouldn't have it Not a dog or a frog Or a rabbit would inhabit Not a bat or a cat Or a mold covered attic This church was untouched Down to folds in the fabrics But in the old church Covered in Virginia Creeper Hidden behind The perennial treeshrubs The ghosts of some folks Could dance tea out a teacup Some as young as kids with peachfuzz Coughs and sneezes Unheard and sombre For the dust didn't bother A lot of the squatters The residents liked the old Rust covered lockers They never pondered on Why the pews faltered They never hollered "Clean this up father!" The spirits danced and sang That old Dixie Blues They sang the same song They played in 1962 The church house roared From all the ruckus The thunder tore The structure asunder Raucous rafters Struck the alter That didn't stop the spirits merry scene They had a joie de vivre that was evergreen They loved life in death more now than ever been This is their prize for a life of devotion They don't know it's also cause the roof folded Ignorance is bliss but they wouldn't care anyway They were just happy to celebrate everyday