I'm just an old guy. Been playing guitar, banjo, mandolin a long time. If you know anybody who wants a singer-guitar picker-banjo picker-mandolin picker let me know. I often feel like I've lived too long. The world is getting really, really mean. All in all, history will come and go and not take much notice in my presence. I love my wife. I love my kids. I love my mom. I love the memory of so many people who have already gone. I want to do the right thing. For a living, I teach and I take it seriously. And not because the children are our future. We are all the future. People deserve your full attention. However, I strongly suggest you ignore all this crap, because the older I get the more I know that I don't know anything. You want to know something? Ask a young person....they know it all. And don't forget to check out my home page www.wilsongs.net. RELIGIOUS BLOGS EVERY SUNDAY! NO WAITING!  Get your own lucky elephant stuff at Big Daddy's Cafe Press site! MY LUCKY ELEPHANT by Big Daddy I have a lucky elephant I want you all to know His name is Jim and I'm with him Wherever he may go He does not like the subway And he won't fit in my car And Jim's afraid of airplanes So we never travel far And when the police see us They say, "Take him to the zoo!" But Jim prefers to feed the ducks For something fun to do I met Jim on a Sunday And ever since that day He sticks with me like a shadow And he never goes away I ask him many questions Whenever I get stuck He always has an answer And he's always brought me luck Whenever I get in a fix Jim has a tale to tell How God sent down the angels To guard our souls from Hell How God made rain for forty days To purify the land For Jim, and all the elephants Who live by His command Some ask me why Jim lives with me They ask me where he sleeps He's better than that rabbit's foot I know my brother keeps And he's better than a lucky coin For coins can soon be lost But it's hard to lose an elephant The ones I've come acrossed Some say I'm superstitious And maybe they are right But to have this lucky elephant Gives me such great delight For Jim would never hurt a soul Nor cause a child to cry And he's told me all the secrets Of what happens when we die So when I take my final breath Please do not think it odd That when I die Old Jim will fly My soul up to God Wilson/06 |