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Mr. Doug Gauss, I posted this great song from your cd, to share with a friend overseas. I'll immediately remove it, should you want me to. Respectfully ~Elena

lyrics:

Way up in northern Florida
Not far from Alabam'
I first met Grayton Jackson
He was a Florida backwoods man

Like three daddies come before him
He makes his livin' off the land
Mind his own damn business
But he'll help you if he can

Singin'
"Sometimes it ain't so bad
Sometimes it ain't so good
I takes it all in stride
'Cause my livin's in the woods
Ain't got much crime or violence
An' we never had no drugs
But the moon comes through the pines
In mason jars and gallon jugs"

Well I was Westbound US-90
There in the heat of a July day
And I saw an old Jimmy broke down
Just this side of Bonifay

When I offered the driver up a ride
He answered with a smile
He said "It's a long way to Miller's Crossroads
But I'll make it worth your while"

Well I told him I was on vacation
That I was out to clear my mind
That I had left my watch in Tampa
And I wasn't pressed at all for time

He said, "Tampa! That's a long, long way from here!
I ain't never been south of Perry"
And then he stopped and took a sip from
The pocket flask he carried

Well he offered me up that bottle
Said "This here ain't store-bought
But it's good for whatever ails ya
From arthritis to whoopin' cough"

Well bein' the fool that I am
Well I takes a big ol' sip
Then I turned so's not to burn him
With the flames comin' from my lips

(refrain)

He said "That's Jackson County whiskey
Been makin' it a hundred years"
Well I was tryin' hard to hear him
Through the buzzin' in my ears

He started lookin' around my van
And he noticed my guitar case
Said "You'll have to do us a tune or two
"When we get out to my place"

He said "Life gets pretty busy sometimes
With a wife and them seven kids
But I ain't never had to look back twice
On anything I did

"If my family's ever needin' something
Or ever lackin' a little cash
I just runs off in the pines
And I runs a little sour mash"

(refrain)

Well Miller's Crossroads is more a place on the map
Than it is any kind of real town
An' I might as well have been blindfolded
For all the roads he led me down

But when we finally got to Grayton's place
Out in them old pine woods
It was plain to see: In a hundred years
The Jacksons have done good

Well, as if he could read my mind, he said
"Uh- I guess I'd better explain"
Said "We got a lotta money a few years back
When they needed the land for the train

"But Papa never let it change him
Claimed that a man needs to work for a livin'
Who could ever want anything more
Than what this land has given?

"So I put the money on back
'Case the kids ever wanna get away
What's good enough for my daddy's good enough for me
So I just reckon I'll stay"

(refrain)

Well I stayed with them the better part of a week
And by then I could understand
How a man with a million dollars
Could still scratch a livin' from the land

I mean, he had seven kids that loved him
His wife set the table well
And I'll tell ya, if it got any better than this
Then God must'a kept it for himself

(refrain)

Way up in northern Florida
Not far from Alabam'
Lives Grayton Jackson
He's a Florida backwoods man

Like three daddies come before him
He makes his livin' off the land
He knows them old pine woods
Like the back of his calloused hand