It's weird sometimes how ideas come to you.
This morning I was getting for ready work, and while showering, I started making up this song.
Okay – pretend I said I made it up shoveling the driveway – that's a better mental image. Sorry.
It's been in my head all day – and it had a tune like an old Tennessee bluegrass mountain song with banjos and fiddles – I don't know why. But since I can't write music and you surely do not want to here me sing, let me share the verses with you in the form of a poem.
Again, I have no idea why I made this up.
But it sure was fun. I hope you like it.
Feel free to sing it in the shower.
Face Down In Four Feet Of Snow
Old Jebs been dead since two weeks ago
I gotta go bury Jeb in four feet of snow
Jeb died after livin a pretty good life
Had good children and he had a good wife
We come up north to go lookin for gold
But rocks is all we found, if the truth be told
Two weeks ago when we got this big snow
Jeb left the cabin cause he really had to go
I found Jeb an hour later, he was frozen up stiff
With his old worn boots stickin out a snow drift
I found Jeb dead, face down out in the snow
It was horrible dang cold – 'bout fifteen below
So I dragged Jeb in the cabin, no place else to go
He's been here since cause we got this snow
I wrote a letter to his children and a letter to his wife
Explaining best I can that Jeb loved his life
Explaining to them about not finding any gold
Explaining to them that Jeb didn't like the cold
And I told bout how he loved them very much
And bout how he always talked all bout them 'n such
And that I'm sorry bout Jeb dying out in that snow
How his last breath of air was fifteen below
But I can't mail the letter till I get into town
And I can't get to town with all this snow on the ground
The mule that we had died about four weeks ago
Cause we couldn't feed the mule cause our rations was so low
So I gotta find a way to get to town in all this snow
But I gotta bury Jeb before I can go
Cause if I don't make it and I freeze to death too
Then I aint no use to no one if I'm all frozed up and blue
So I'll put on my boots and my coat to protect me from the cold
And I'll grab my diggin shovel that never found us any gold
And I'll dig a hole in the frozen earth to put Jeb in
I'll cover up the hole and I'll come back in
Well, I'm back inside from burying Jeb in the snow
Took me four hours but he's at peace now
He's buried down deep in the frozen cold
But while I was diggin Jeb's grave, I finally struck gold