Friday, July 5, 2013

Buncombe Highway Blues Revisited

Blues sing in progress.......

He was just filling a need,
Thirsty travelers preparing for the climb.

The natives were near where the rocks were flat.
Folks from Charleston making good time.

Word got out that the air was cool
And soon came the Barrings.

The told all their friends all about the plateau,
The gentlemen, the ladies, the robbers, the barons.

When he decided to cash in,
His boys bought him out.

A box of coins, a pick, and a spade.

A month later the treasure was no where to be found.

To this day hunters come from all around, trying to find what he made.

This is the tale of Buncombe Highway Blues.


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