songs of experience

Something else I do only when I need help getting out the door to run is use my husband’s ipod. I know, I know, this is tantamount to banishment for life in some running circles, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I must admit it’s pretty cool to set off into the woods with headphones and a music box, fully loaded with country music, and surf around … listening to a little Martina McBride, some George Jones, a smattering of Hank Williams, Jr. (I love the fiddle on Ramblin’ Man) and a whole lot of Garth Brooks. He tells a great story with his voice. Much is lost if you only read the lyrics, but here are the words to Wolves that seem to fit my winter mood perfectly:

January’s always bitter
But Lord, this one beats all
The wind ain’t quit for weeks now
And the drifts are ten feet tall
I been all night drivin’ hefers
Closer in to lower ground
Then I spent the mornin’ thinkin’
‘Bout the ones the wolves pulled down.

Charlie Barton and his family
Stopped today to say goodbye
He said the bank was takin’ over
The last few years were just too dry
And I promised that I’d visit
When they found a place in town
Then I spent a long time thinkin’
‘Bout the ones the wolves pull down.

Lord, please shine a light of hope
On those of us who fall behind
And when we stumble in the snow
Could you help us up while there’s still time.

Well, I don’t mean to be complainin’ Lord
You’ve always seen me through
And I know you got your reasons
For each and every thing you do
But tonight outside my window
There’s a lonesome, mournful sound
And I just can’t keep from thinkin’
‘Bout the ones the wolves pull down.

Oh Lord, keep me from bein’
The one the wolves pull down

postscript: I hightly recommend an I-tunes purchase of this song (from the album called “No Fences”) if you want the full effect.