When I was a young lad
and did something mean or bad
to get Mom mad at me
I would go outside feeling sad
and climb my trouble tree
It was a big old elm
out in our back yard
and that big old tree
for me often stood guard
It was there that I found
as I began to ascend
my troubles stayed it seems
below me on the ground
when I would finally come down
It was mom I would have to go see
and on her face there`d be a frown
but she always accepted my apology
she has been gone now for many a year
the frown on her face at times I can still see
but in my heart as I hold her near
that frown, you see, is still guiding me
so now as I climb my trouble tree
my life, these days, is fairly sound
I feel her smile shining down on me
and my troubles tumble to the ground
Mom...Ole "CJ" herself...
~~Written by~~
~~Dusty~Ole`~Jim~~
copyright 05-09-02
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