Vinson to Visalia
Words & music by Doug Hanks
The
Oklahoma wind blew through his iron lung
Daddy caught
the polio at three
Weaker by
the day, days turned into weeks
Grandma
looked to heaven on her knees – She said
“O Good
Lord, won’t You please heal my son?
And I
promise when this trial is done - I’m going from
VINSON TO VISALIA
Rollin’ down this lonesome road
Leaving all this dust
Leaving all this dirt
Leaving all this hurt behind
I’ve got California on my mind
Grandpa was
a rounder, a rambler and a bounder
Had it
all but always wanted more
Grandpa
loved the ladies, had a gal named Katie
Grandma
found him sneakin’ out the door - She told him
“When you
wake up Mister we’ll be gone
Me and the
little man – we’re movin’ on-on-on - from
VINSON TO VISALIA
Rollin’ down this lonesome road
Leaving all this dust
Leaving all this dirt
Leaving all this hurt behind
I’ve got California on my mind"
In Visalia mighty oak trees grow
They sink their roots from acorns into
the earth below
Grandma settled
down on Highway 63
Married
her a good and solid man
Daddy
grew up strong and it wasn’t very long
‘Fore he was
married, too, and here I am
Half a
century later on that road
Thanking
my dear Grandma – for carryin’ that load - from
VINSON TO VISALIA
Rollin’ down this lonesome road
Leaving all this dust
Leaving all this dirt
Leaving all this hurt behind
I’ve got California on my mind
I’ve got California on my mind
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