Florida folk - Doug Gauss - Grayton Jackson video free download

Mr. Doug Gauss, I posted this great song from your cd, to share with a friend overseas. I'll immediately remove it, should you want me to. Respectfully ~Elena

lyrics:

Way up in northern Florida

Not far from Alabam'

I first met Grayton Jackson

He was a Florida backwoods man

Like three daddies come before him

He makes his livin' off the land

Mind his own damn business

But he'll help you if he can

Singin'

"Sometimes it ain't so bad

Sometimes it ain't so good

I takes it all in stride

'Cause my livin's in the woods

Ain't got much crime or violence

An' we never had no drugs

But the moon comes through the pines

In mason jars and gallon jugs"

Well I was Westbound US-90

There in the heat of a July day

And I saw an old Jimmy broke down

Just this side of Bonifay

When I offered the driver up a ride

He answered with a smile

He said "It's a long way to Miller's Crossroads

But I'll make it worth your while"

Well I told him I was on vacation

That I was out to clear my mind

That I had left my watch in Tampa

And I wasn't pressed at all for time

He said, "Tampa! That's a long, long way from here!

I ain't never been south of Perry"

And then he stopped and took a sip from

The pocket flask he carried

Well he offered me up that bottle

Said "This here ain't store-bought

But it's good for whatever ails ya

From arthritis to whoopin' cough"

Well bein' the fool that I am

Well I takes a big ol' sip

Then I turned so's not to burn him

With the flames comin' from my lips

(refrain)

He said "That's Jackson County whiskey

Been makin' it a hundred years"

Well I was tryin' hard to hear him

Through the buzzin' in my ears

He started lookin' around my van

And he noticed my guitar case

Said "You'll have to do us a tune or two

"When we get out to my place"

He said "Life gets pretty busy sometimes

With a wife and them seven kids

But I ain't never had to look back twice

On anything I did

"If my family's ever needin' something

Or ever lackin' a little cash

I just runs off in the pines

And I runs a little sour mash"

(refrain)

Well Miller's Crossroads is more a place on the map

Than it is any kind of real town

An' I might as well have been blindfolded

For all the roads he led me down

But when we finally got to Grayton's place

Out in them old pine woods

It was plain to see: In a hundred years

The Jacksons have done good

Well, as if he could read my mind, he said

"Uh- I guess I'd better explain"

Said "We got a lotta money a few years back

When they needed the land for the train

"But Papa never let it change him

Claimed that a man needs to work for a livin'

Who could ever want anything more

Than what this land has given?

"So I put the money on back

'Case the kids ever wanna get away

What's good enough for my daddy's good enough for me

So I just reckon I'll stay"

(refrain)

Well I stayed with them the better part of a week

And by then I could understand

How a man with a million dollars

Could still scratch a livin' from the land

I mean, he had seven kids that loved him

His wife set the table well

And I'll tell ya, if it got any better than this

Then God must'a kept it for himself

(refrain)

Way up in northern Florida

Not far from Alabam'

Lives Grayton Jackson

He's a Florida backwoods man

Like three daddies come before him

He makes his livin' off the land

He knows them old pine woods

Like the back of his calloused hand