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Willie Seay
| The Ballad of Willie Seay |
| Get ready and sing along, its the tune of "Davy Crockett" written by Roy Seay! (well, I wrote the first lines and Roy did all the rest, ENJOY!!!) |
| Born on a cotton farm in Arkansas Worn long sleeved shirts and overalls Planted the fields and pulled all the weeds, Picked two-tons of cotton when he was only three Willie, Willie Seay, King of the cotton patch! Drove a team of mules to plow the fields Till the crops were ready to give their yields And while he was handlin' this burdensome chore He cut 'nough firewood for winter store Willie, Willie Seay, a workin' man for sure! When the Great Depression came he left the farm With the clothes on his back and guitar on his arm Took to hoppin' trains to test his fate As he hoboed across the western states Willie, Willie Seay, A man who rode the rails When he came home, his hoboin' was done He married Thelma and a family begun Blest with thirteen children by the Lord above Gave them a legacy of Hope, Faith, and Love Willie, Willie Seay, he taught his children well! As time went by, his workin' days were passed The children seemed to grow up so awful fast After ninety-four years of living very well He took a train to glory, to ring that golden bell! Wille, Willie Seay, he's hoboed his last ride. |
