Hickory Days
by: Verne Garrison-Valley Park, MO- 04-26-07
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Hickory nuts is what Dad called them
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Pecans, was the word used in town
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In the Fall, he would gather them in
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The best collector for miles a- round
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In his striped engineers hat
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And his faded Pay Day over- alls
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He would slip in and out of that timber like a cat
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Without any effort at all
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He decided when the time was right
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By the color of the hickory leaves
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He picked what he needed with touch so light
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And brought in buckets of nuts with ease
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He would crack them at the kitchen table at night
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Using his knife and little vise
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Looking through the shadows with a coal oil light
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Packing the sweet kernels in bread wraps so nice
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Oh, the pies and the cakes that Mother made
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Tasted so good, flavored that a- way
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Thanks to Dad and his hickory days
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I can still see him hunting today
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Tag: Thanks to Dad and his hickory days
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I can still see him hunting today