Richland Hughes is an old fashioned
Southern gentleman
With a slow drawl & a walking cane
He still lives way back in the hills
Where he was born & raised
If anyone ever tried to change his ways
There’d be a steep price to pay
Rich has got a short fuse sometimes
Gets it from his old man’s side
but underneath that hard, hard shell
He’s a real sweet guy
By:J.N.R Dutton
He’s got unkempt hair & cowboy boots
You won’t find him in a dry cleaned suit
but he’s a man that respects his roots,
His neck is red as the Southern clay
He’s overworked & underpaid,
Lives by the sweat of his brow every day,
He’s just an average Joe
The kind everybody knows
That’ll fix a tire, make a spare key,
or be willing & ready to fight or die
to keep others safe & free,
Whatever they need,
He was raised to be that kind of man
He’s the kind that still says “Sir” and “Ma’am”
He doesn’t care how “old fashioned”
some may think that to be
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 