Rodney was raised on the highway and in the jam joints
His daddy was a picker in a Southern band
He raised Rodney with a stern but loving hand
Taught him how to play guitar, and other skills that he’d take far and wide
On the day his daddy died, Rodney he let loose and cried, held on to that casket tight for a while
Then whispered as they finally laid it low
“I don’t know how I’ll let him go, daddy thank you for all that I know, and all the Love you gave”
as a smile found it’s way to his face
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 