Dad told me about him, many year ago. Now I hear his sweet clear notes from beyond yon hill. I grabs my gun, my coat, my pouch and box of shells, stick my bottle in my shirt, for medicinal purposes, of course.
Then out I go, a-huffin' and a-puffin', climbing up Hard Scratch Hill. When I catches him, what'll I have? All the pleasures my pa said he'd give--or a passel of demons lurkin' in the trees?
Never mind. My mind's made up. I gotta see for m'self.
"Wait up, Piper. Wait up for a curious old man!"
Then out I go, a-huffin' and a-puffin', climbing up Hard Scratch Hill. When I catches him, what'll I have? All the pleasures my pa said he'd give--or a passel of demons lurkin' in the trees?
Never mind. My mind's made up. I gotta see for m'self.
"Wait up, Piper. Wait up for a curious old man!"
