Copyright 2003 - Chuck Pritchard
The Jones Bunch
We come from a family that never did anything great
No indelible marks left on this here United States
We're just common folk, we like to cut up & grin
And no matter what you think we're awful proud of our kin
Ol' Millard could be a mean one, from what I remember
But he'd get out & play with his grandkids in the cold of December
A one armed man, it didn't seem to bother him much
He sure was handy & loved to hunt
Jack was a character, we loved him too
Until he got aggravated & delivered a cussin' to you
He strayed off to live life not considered so fine
But don't ever talk him down cause he's one of mine
Beck was a sweety, gentle as a dove
She'd be the first to tell you just how much you were loved
But when it was needed the tables would turn
She'd put a boot in your butt & straighten your curve
Pritch is right in there, he married into the fold
He could get loud & be kinda bold
A soldier by trade, he traveled the land
Helping keep things safe for the common man
But they've all gone on now & left us here
We think of them often & shed our tears
We don't know whether they went up or down
Hell, they might be gathered at the graveyard havin' another round
But one thing about it; I consider it fine
To have known these people & called them mine
No matter what you've heard, or what you say
We'd give anything for just one more day
Pritchard
17 Apr 2003
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