tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566715115931065803.post3048240018475639033..comments2024-03-27T09:44:59.329-04:00Comments on Free North Carolina: There The Skeletons Lie: Corinth in 1866Brock Townsendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404173139501539265noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566715115931065803.post-79734695748372613762014-10-05T22:09:57.146-04:002014-10-05T22:09:57.146-04:00.."There's a lull in the fightin', th....."There's a lull in the fightin', the cannons are quiet and I am thinking of home, of walkin' down that dirt road where I first did court you, I wonder how my children have grown? I never dreamt when I enlisted that it would be this way, the old men told me, as I was signing it'll be over in days........so take me back to the rivers and fields where I did play as a boy, I can almost smell my Momma's fried chicken and life was filled with such joy." <br /><br />Wonderful words and I am sure you will. Thanks.Brock Townsendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11404173139501539265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566715115931065803.post-42607978249343330542014-10-05T19:27:32.687-04:002014-10-05T19:27:32.687-04:00Brock,
If you were to think back to the first Bord...Brock,<br />If you were to think back to the first Border Ruffians CD2002 (just a bit after we started communicating), there was a song on it called "Quiet at Corinth". Pam, Mayme and I spent a week in Corinth. It was the first and only real vacation we ever truly had.<br />When the security guy, Ranger, tour giver, whatever his title was drove off to lunch, and the handful of other people there drifted off in the distance, with my family doing guard duty,I most respectfully entered the battery, lay with my back to it, and within seconds was moved with a flood of emotions.<br />I swear it was like I was there with those had fallen. I whispered to gain Pam's attention asking if she has any writing materials, she handed me a large brown napkin and a pin from her purse and I began...."There's a lull in the fightin', the cannons are quiet and I am thinking of home, of walkin' down that dirt road where I first did court you, I wonder how my children have grown? I never dreamt when I enlisted that it would be this way, the old men told me, as I was signing it'll be over in days........so take me back to the rivers and fields where I did play as a boy, I can almost smell my Momma's fried chicken and life was filled with such joy." <br />That napkin got misplaced for over a month, and I was devastated that I had lost those words. They turned up in a camera bag I think, anyway, I put the music to those words, wrote a couple other verses and recorded it as the first song on the CD.<br />What a year that was, 4 Southern Heritage Music Award nominations, of which we won 2; single of the year for Border Ruffians and Best new group of the year. I had no idea there would be 6 more Dixie Beacon Music Awards over the years.<br />All that, beginning with a few lines hastily scratched out on a napkin at Battery Robinett, while hoping not to be arrested for trespass. My thanks to you and SHNV for jogging this old old man's memory, and unfaltering respect to those venerable CSA troops who gave their all there, and countless other places as well.<br />I assure you I will honour their memory all my days.<br />T<br />Tnoreply@blogger.com