You Might Be a Country Boy If... Part 6

While going through my Daddy's things after he passed away, I found this handwritten list of things titled You Might Be a Country Boy If


You Might Be a Country Boy If...
by Bob Lawry

You ever hoed cuckleburrs out of the cornfield

You ever took a bath in the creek on a hot summer evening

You ever picked strawberries for five cents a quart

You ever peddled corn door to door for twenty-five cents a dozen then ate tomatoes and cheese in the park

You ever drove the Model A when you were eight years old

You Might Be a Country Boy If... Part 5

 

While going through my Daddy's things after he passed away, I found this handwritten list of things titled You Might Be a Country Boy If

You Might Be a Country Boy If...

by Bob Lawry

You ever hitchhiked across more than two states

You ever cut wood with a crosscut saw

You ever carried in enough wood to last all night and the next morning

You ever walked in the snow to the outhouse in the middle of the night

You ever drug in the metal tub to take your weekly bath

You ever helped your Mama hang the wash on the clothesline

You ever licked the beater when Mama made cake

You Might Be a Country Boy If... Part 4

 

While going through my Daddy's things after he passed away, I found this handwritten list of things titled You Might Be a Country Boy If

You Might Be a Country Boy If...
by Bob Lawry

You ever filed your points with your girlfriend's fingernail file

You ever drove looking through the steering wheel when you were too little to see over the top

You ever used the hand throttle for cruise control

You ever patched a tube beside the road

You ever made a slingshot from an old inner tube

You ever geared down when your brakes were bad

You ever speed shifted without using the clutch

You always kept a blanket in the car because the heater didn't work

You ever kept a sack in front of the radiator because you didn't have enough antifreeze

You Might Be a Country Boy If... Part 3

While going through my Daddy's things after he passed away, I found this handwritten list of things titled You Might Be a Country Boy If

You Might Be a Country Boy If...

by Bob Lawry

You ever painted a car with Mama's powder puff

You ever hitched up a team of horses to pull your car to start it

You ever herded cattle with a Model A Ford

You ever hauled calves home in the back seat of your car

You ever rode in the rumble seat in the rain

You ever stuck your head out the window when your windshield iced up

You ever stuck your head out the window when you were sleepy

You ever painted whitewalls with a brush

You ever put in 50 cents worth of gas at a time

You ever stopped a gas tank leak with soap

 

You Might Be a Country Boy If... Part 2

While going through my Daddy's things after he passed away, I found this handwritten list of things titled You Might Be a Country Boy If

You Might Be a Country Boy If...
by Bob Lawry

You ever poured water into the master cylinder when you were out of brake fluid

You ever made your girlfriend shift gears because your right arm was occupied

You ever drove home with the park lights when the last headlight went out

You ever used a paper matchbook to gauge the point gap

You ever used a fence post for a jack to change a tire

You ever drove home on the rim when you had a flat tire

You ever used oatmeal for stop leak

You ever pumped up a flat tire with a hand pump

1939 Buick 80 Limited

 

For Sale - 19,900.00

86 year old, RUST FREE SURVIVOR. Drive anywhere. Ready to go. Rotating stock in our museum. 90% ORIGINAL. Preventative Maintence and seat upholstery done. Straight 8, 3 on the tree. Mechanically restored. New battery and brakes. One of 248, 1940 Buick Series 80 Limited Formal Sedans...Clearly, very rare. Perfect glass, dent and rust free body, original paint.

Our physical location and mailing address is:

Lawry's Used Cars
3008 Hwy 71 South

Mena, Arkansas 71953

Our phone number is:

Office 479-394-9938
Richie cell 479-234-2373
Kenny cell 713-203-4944

e-mail
richies@sbcglobal.net

 

This Buick was featured in the song Bring Her Back by Faded Chrome. You can listen to the song at the link below

Being Her Back

by Richard Lawry

Hiding behind an old barn door

I saw a project I couldn't ignore

Dust on her paint, her tires were worn

But I knew that she could be reborn

Gonna bring her back

Bring her back to life

Bring her back

Bring her back to life

A Forty Buick Limited

With sidemount spares

Jet black paint

Faded by years

Dirty old seats

Her engine worn

But I hear her whisper

She'll be reborn

Bring her back to life

Straight-eight running true

She's been waiting on me

Like old dreams do

Gonna bring her back

Bring her back to life

Bring her back

Bring her back to life

Wrenches and rags, late-night light

Bringing her engine back to life

Grease on my hands, knuckles torn

Every bolt says she'll be reborn

She's more than steel and an old design

She's a bygone era frozen in time

Stately and proud, the things she's seen

She's going to drive the roads again

Gonna bring her back

Bring her back to life

Bring her back

Bring her back to life

Gonna bring her back

Bring her back to life

Bring her back

Bring her back to life

You Might Be a Country Boy If... Part 1

While going through my Daddy's things after he passed away, I found this handwritten list of things titled You Might Be a Country Boy If

You Might Be a Country Boy If...

by Bob Lawry

You have used your boot to carry water from the ditch to fill your radiator

You have rocked your car back and forth to pick up the last bit of gas when you are on empty

You have ever blown in your gas tank when vapor locked

You ever poured water from the ditch on the fuel pump when vapor locked

You ever drove home on a flat tire (whomp, whomp, whomp)

You ever road a train behind a steam engine

The Sound of Almost

 

The Sound of Almost

by Richard Lawry

Will you be my marching partner

Eyes lit up

Then turned darker

I have been asked already

But yes

Maybe I will

Let's see

You smiled soft

Said you had a plan

Talk to him

And if you can

We'll march

Pomp and Circumstance slow

Your hand touched mine

In the afterglow

This is the sound of almost

Borderline and just about

Within an inch

Day in, day out

Every door

That almost closed

Hangs there swinging

Soft and slow

I can hear every echo

The sound of almost

College engineering program

On my way

In a few days

Washington state was calling

I was unsure

And kept stalling

I almost hit that highway west

Tank was full

Heart was a mess

Looking for a brand new start

One foot forward

But a longing heart

This is the sound of almost

Borderline and just about

Within an inch

Day in, day out

Every door

That almost closed

Hangs there swinging

Soft and slow

I can hear every echo

The sound of almost

Maybe all these

Missing pieces

Are the shape of who I am

All the nearlys

All the almosts

All the somedays

That I never had

This is the sound of almost

Borderline and just about

Within an inch

Day in, day out

Every door

That almost closed

Hangs there swinging

Soft and slow

I can hear every echo

The sound of almost

Maybe all these

Missing pieces

Are the shape of who I am

All the nearlys

All the almosts

Have left me

Truly satisfied

This is the sound of almost

Borderline and just about

Within an inch

Day in, day out

Every door

That almost closed

Hangs there swinging

Soft and slow

I can hear every echo

The sound of almost

The sound of almost

The sound of my life

The sound of contentment

This is the sound of almost

You can listen to the song as recorded by The Junkyard Misfits at this link

Sunshine and Rain

Sunshine and Rain

by Richard Lawry

Earl Grey in a old blue mug

You smile, say

Howdy, ladybug

Sunshine morning daydream

Flowers bathed

In golden light

You pull down

Your old hat brim

Till your eyes are out of sight

Say, watch the flowers, Baby

They don't choose

Which side is right

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Cold raindrops dancing

On my windowpane

Every bright morning

Every wet day

You must have

Both of them to grow

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Joy and the aching

They all have a place

Hold me through the easy

Through the hard

Both are necessary to grow

We live life in crooked rows

Traveling the road below

You say

Every little heartbreak

Is just weather for the soul

Storm rolls in

The sky turns black

Thunder like a flank attack

But your hand

Finds my heartbeat

Says, this is how

The gardens grow

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Cold raindrops dancing

On my windowpane

Every bright morning

Every wet day

You must have

Both of them to grow

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Joy and the aching

They all have a place

Hold me through the easy

Through the hard

Both are necessary to grow

Let it pour

Let it blaze

We are fields

We are flames

Every tear

Every ray

Writes another

Blessed new day

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Cold raindrops dancing

On my windowpane

Every bright morning

Every wet day

You must have

Both of them to grow

I love sunshine

I love the rain

Joy and the aching

They all have a place

Hold me through the easy

Through the hard

Both are necessary to grow

You can listen to the song as recorded by Faded Chrome at this link

1940 Plymouth

 

1940 Plymouth 4 door Sedan. All original, rust free. Title in hand. New brakes, museum piece. Rotating our inventory. Drive it home. Very rare and in excellent condition. 11,900.00

 

1939 Lincoln Zephyr

 

For Sale - 19,500.00 

87 year old survivor. From the Cory Coker museum. Mechanically restored. Drive anywhere. One repaint, Non V12-1949 Mercury Flathead V8. Original 3 speed manual transmission and rear. Smooth as glass. Located in Mena, Arkansas.

Our physical location and mailing address is:

Lawry's Used Cars

3008 Hwy 71 South

Mena, AR 71953

Our phone number is:

Office 479-394-9938

Richie cell 479-234-2373

Kenny cell 713-203-4944

e-mail

richies@sbcglobal.net

This car was featured in the single, Temple of Steel by Faded Chrome. You can listen to the song at the link below.

Psalm 58

 

Psalm 58
by Richard Lawry

How can silence wear the crown of truth

How can quiet lips pass judgment right

You weigh the world with hidden scales

While in your heart you plot the night

Your hands move out across the land

And leave behind a trail of wrong

You call it justice with your voice

But violence hums beneath your song

The wicked wander from their first breath

Lost before they learn to stand

They cradle lies like native speech

Falsehood formed in heart and hand

Their words drip sharp like serpent's venom

Cold and coiled prepared to strike

A deafened snake that will not hear

The charm of truth or mercy's cry

O God, break the teeth of their power

Tear the fangs from lions young

Let their rage run off like water

Let their arrows come undone

Let their schemes dissolve and wither

Before their fires can even start

Sweep them like a storm of justice

From the land and from the heart

Let them fade like trails that vanish

Like a snail that dries in sun

Like a life that never opened

Eyes to see what might have come

Before their thorns ignite the fire

Before their pots can feel the flame

Whether green or blazing fierce

Let wrath erase their fleeting name

Then the righteous stand and witness

Justice rising fierce and clear

Feet washed in the fall of evil

Truth made visible and near

O God, break the teeth of their power

Tear the fangs from lions young

Let their rage run off like water

Let their arrows come undone

And the people all will answer

As your justice fills the earth

Surely goodness is remembered

Surely righteousness has worth

You can listen to the song as recorded by Faded Chrome at this link

You can listen to the song as reimagined as a hard rock song by The Junkyard Misfits at this link

Songs and Poems

 

Poems, Hymns and Songs written by Richard Lawry

Click on the links below for each poem

Arkansas Rain

The Sound of Almost

Sunshine and Rain

Bring Her Back

Psalm 58

A Seaside Sunset

Chrome and Velvet Dreams

Whitewalls and Fenderskirts

A Solitary Place

Driving Arkansas Roads

Country Doctor

Temple of Steel

The Road Rolls On

Little Toy Train

Little Red and White Nash

Long Beach Serenade

Respect the Rust

Twisted Metal

Faded Name

Colorado Girl

Driving in the Fog

My OCD Won't Let Me Be

Never Said Much

Faded Name

Faded Name

by Kenny Van Orden

The pain of goodbye

Is beginning to hurt

I haven't allowed

Myself to shed a tear

The betrayal and rejection

Are too much to bear

I am mourning

A love that died

Through it all

God knows I tried

In time it will be

Another bad dream

A faded name

On a mental screen

My faded name

Will carry on

Just a bad dream

Not real

But very gone

My faded name

May no longer shine

My faded name

Will die in time

It takes a lot

To live so alone

To turn a heart

Of gold into stone

Will you remember me

When I am gone

Or just a faded name

You used too long

You may call my name

But I won't be there

To hold your hand

In times of despair

My faded name

Will stay with you

A discarded lover

Who helped you through

I gave you my all

As you needed help

I just couldn't save

You from yourself

My faded name

Will carry on

Just a bad dream

Not real

But very gone

My faded name

May no longer shine

My faded name

Will die with time

My faded name

A ghost from the past

My faded name

A love that didn't last

My faded name

Just a bad dream

My faded name

That just left the scene

You can listen to the song as recorded by Faded Chrome at this link

You can listen to the song as recorded by Van Orden at this link