Faye Sizemore

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A love affair for all time…
with grease and grime
It’s a country boy thing…
getting them big engines to sing

Mama never had to hunt for Jim
… some boys ran wild… not him
He was most always home at night
working by the glare of a drop light

Teachers complained of a sleepy student
To go to bed Jim didn’t think it prudent
It just was one of his things…
not to quit till that engine sings

Boys may grow to be men
but they don’t outgrow loving
to hear them engines sing
It’s a country boy thing

Old friends sit together and advise
and step by step… never criticize…
just talking about everything
it takes to make engines sing

Grease and grime…
had a good old time
Yes… it’s a country boy thing…
getting them old engines to sing…

Author’s Note: For Jim, John, ‘n’ Cal