Little Jimmy Dickens song that is so much fun to sing when I get my guitar out.
My pappy used to tan my hide, out behind the barn
He taught me to be dignified, out behind the barn But when he took his strap to me, And turned me down across his knee He sure did hurt my dignity, out behind the barn I got my education out behind the barn And I'm not foolin' no siree Passed each examination, out behind the barn But it almost made a wreck out of me I smoked my first cigarette, out behind the barn And that's a day I won't forget, out behind the barn I got sick, you should have seen, How that terbaccy turned me green I almost died from nicotine, out behind the barn I met a pretty girl one day, out behind the barn She wanted me to stay and play, out behind the barn She taught me how to kiss and pet, And that's a game I won't forget 'Cause we still play that same game yet, out behind the barn I wish that I could go again, out behind the barn And do some things that I did then, out behind the barn Now you may think it ain't no fun, To be a poor old farmer's son But you just don't know what all I've done, out behind the barn
But I digress. Since I was down by the road anyhow, I took a shot of our two-story house where Cliff's sister and her son are living.
That's the house we moved into in 1975. We moved behind the barn in 2008. In the background is Cliff's shop; on the right is our old garage. Cliff's sister parks on one side, and Cliff parks our seldom-used pickup on the other side.
I was standing in front of the barn to take this shot.
Here you have Cliff's shop: his getaway, the doghouse if he's in trouble, the place he works on tractors and implements, and I'd venture to say his second home. It's also where we hold family gatherings. There are a few stories I could tell about how and why we had the shop built, and I will tell them, one of these days.