A.G.E's Joint

 In a line, I see her Kind of petite Seriously curvy Tex Avery dancer Or maybe Jessica Rabbit But shorter I'll play patty-cake And more Make it so.

  It's time. I must go. You can't hold me forever In the shelter of moss and twigs. A world awaits of shoals For my raft To succeed Or fail. 

  Check your oil, Mister? Is that one of those Mercury Convertibles? Oh, a 409? I bet kids these days never seen one. It looks like that left front's a little low. I'll get it. Yeah, all they want is look at a screen They don't even dance when the Opry's on. Makes me gladdder to up here in the hills. Don't even talk about Asheville or Charlotte Them's dens of iniquity. Anyways, you're ready to go. Be careful down there in the notch Not all the roads are back. 

  250 years of conflict Of victories And disappointments We sit and watch the parades go by. Ribs are on Potato salad at the ready With fireworks substituting  For the real war.