Places We Lived - First and Last
Places We Lived – First and Last
By Franklin Price
02/08/2022
Back in nineteen sixty-nine, Barb became my lovely bride
We bought our first house, from a friend, a grand Magnolia, double wide
The three of us moved in it; Daughter Dani, Barb and me.
Just married and were happy. We would see what we would see
We lived in it, for just a year. Then we sold it for a song.
Sold it for what we bought it. We just had to move along.
Through the years we lived in many and we made each one our home
Even lived in Plainville, Georgia , a little town real close Rome.
Some places big, some places small, Some rented, some were owned.
We always loved each other, some of the places, just condoned
We lived three years in Texas, in four places would reside.
Two were bought with VA loans. My time in Service was applied.
We mostly lived in Florida. After all, that's where we met.
It was there, we lived in many; one or two, I could forget.
Our love had grown throughout the years. Barb was still my youthful bride
We desired to spend retired years with a mountain countryside.
We moved to North Carolina, in God's country we would be
Dani Dawn was grown and married. It was only Barb and me
Bought a couple fixer uppers, one to live in, one to rent
The decision that we made back then, from God was heaven sent
Spent eight years in the live in, fixing almost everything
Surprise!, surprise!, when we were finished, we still wore each other's ring.
Good renters hard to come by, we put both places up for sale.
Could no longer be a landlord, or I would end up in the jail.
The place we lived in, sold in eight days, so we moved our stuff to town
Neighbors close, and also shopping; our final place to settle down.
That was seven years ago. We quickly made this house our place.
Barb was the decorator, now she looks upon God's the face
He came down, to ease her pain. That was just three weeks ago.
He lifted her to heaven where I'll join her when I go.
Until then, I'm staying here, in the last place we would own
She'll always be here with me, so I'll never be alone
If you ever come to Spindale, be you family or friend
Our door is always open, on our love you may depend.
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