A song for 'tnlib'

THE TENNESSEE LIB
(The Tennessee Stud by Doc Watson)

Back about nineteen and sixty-five,
I  left college very much alive.
I never would have made it through the protests and fibs
If I hadn't been thinking like the Tennessee Lib.

I had some trouble with my country’s war;
One of my brothers was about to spar.
I wrote a letter to my Uncle Sam
In the spirit of the Tennessee Lib, by damn.

CHORUS:

The Tennessee Lib is bloggin’ away,
As bright as the sun in the middle of the day.
She has the nerve and she has the glib,
And there never was a wrtier like the Tennessee Lib.

Drifted on down into no man's land,
Worked for civil rights and equality of man.
I rallied the people and got ‘em to the polls
And I didn’t stop ‘til the dream took hold.

Me and the governor we couldn't agree;
We got in a fight over equality.
I stood my ground an' poked him in the rib.
It was all in the spirit of the Tennessee Lib.

CHORUS

The Tennessee Lib is bloggin’ away,
As bright as the sun in the middle of the day.
She has the nerve and she has the glib,
And there never was a writer like the Tennessee Lib.

I walked that day across Selma’s bridge.
Watched what went down at Ruby Ridge.
I learned there was a reason to care.
For some in this country, life just ain’t fair.

CHORUS

The Tennessee Lib is bloggin’ away,
As bright as the sun in the middle of the day.
She has the nerve and she has the glib,
And there never was a writer like the Tennessee Lib.

Petty little people make my temper flare.
It was long ago that I learned to care.
I love this country, and that’s no fib,
And it’s all in the spirit of the Tennessee Lib.

CHORUS

The Tennessee Lib is bloggin’ away,
As bright as the sun in the middle of the day.
She has the nerve and she has the glib,
And there never was a writer like the Tennessee Lib.

I saw Doc Watson sing “The Tennessee Stud” at the Atwood Bluegrass Festival on the banks of the Pearl River in Monticello, Miss. You can watch him perform it on YouTube. 'tnlib' blogs at Parsley's Pics.