Saturday, July 14, 2012

Wellington

Lyrics to a song I wrote in the 1980's.  Most of the people and businesses mentioned in the song are gone.



WELLINGTON
Donna Wood


It's funny how your values change and attitudes can rearrange, 
And strange how some priorities just up and fade away. 
I used to dream that I'd go far and make it big as a Nashville star,
But I wouldn't trade for anything this life I lead today.
Pretty little river town, people that I love. 
Fertile farmland all around blessed by God above.
Some folks long for city lights but brother, I'm not one.
I just want to spend my days in Wellington.  


There are local doctors to treat our ills and Marsha Dirck dispenses pills...
She'll also sell you groceries or she'll mix a cherry Coke..
I can greet my banker by his first name and I don't have to be ashamed
If I need to charge some gas at Dale's on Thursday when I'm broke.  
Buddy's good old hardware store has what you need and even more,
He can tell you how to use that hardware once you get it home.  
There's the Calico Kitchen and the Village Inn and four fine churches to attend 
So with all of that in Wellington, why, who would want to roam?  


We have all the good and all the bad that any small town ever had,
The heartaches and the victories that make the world go round.
The town gets tedious now and then and I left once, but I won't again, 
Cause there's something in my soul that needs this simple little town.  


Sleepy little river town on the river's bend...
Seven hundred and eighty people, every one my friend!
Sometimes I think I'd like to leave, but when it's said and done,
This is where I want to be, in Wellington.  
This is the only place for me, my Wellington.  


Verses added in 1987


If you need a good insurance plan, Karl Potter is your man,
And Beckner's Orchard raises apples just outside of town.
When it's time for the Wellington fair the whole town gathers on the square
And friends you haven't seen for years will come from all around.  
Elmer Bush will fix your car or tow you in from near or far.
Alberta Naylor sorts the mail and greets you with a smile.
It's a special feeling that can't be beat when you pass neighbors on the street
And you know this is the perfect place to live and raise a child.  


You can sit in Virgil's barbar chair or let Connie or Bonnie curl your hair.
David Bost will be the last to ever put you down.  
Now here's a spot for all of you who want to be in my song too.
Before it's done I may include each person in this town.  
We all support the local school and hereabouts, the Tigers rule,
And we turn out to watch the games and see the senior play.
Some folks want to leave this town, but me?  I'd rather hang around!
I wouldn't trade for anything this life I lead today.  


Pretty little river town on the river's bend.
Seven hundred and eighty people, every one my friend!
Sometimes I think I'd like to move
But when it's said and done,
This is where I want to be in Wellington.  
This is where you can bury me, in Wellington.

6 comments:

CountryDew said...

That's very nice. It makes a good poem.

But isn't it sad that this way of life, which I also remember, seems to be about gone.

darev2005 said...

Like a more localized version of John Mellencamp's "Small Town".

I like it!

Jon said...

I love the lyrics, Donna, and it makes me want to live in a small town.

Come to think of it, I already live in a small town. But I'd like to live in a quaint and quiet place FAR AWAY from Texas!!

Bookncoffee said...

Love it! I'm sure I would love your town too. Beautiful writing!

Lori said...

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: you have a really nice style of writing. I'd love to hear it sung.

TARYTERRE said...

LOVE it. Reminds me of a Mary Chapin Carpenter tune. You should be getting some hotshot country singer from Nashville to record it. would climb the charts.