The Race

Now the race is on
And here comes pride in the backstretch
Heartaches goin' to the inside
My tears are holdin' back, they're tryin' not to fall.

My hearts out of the runnin'
True love's scratched for another's sake
The race is on and it looks like heartache
And the winner loses all.

(George Jones,, 1972)

I don't know about the tears and heartache part, but the race is dang sure on and the world's fastest Indian will have trouble keeping up.

Me and the beautiful bride signed our "John Henry's" to a contract yesterday to build our ranch bunk house and the builder is crowin' bout starting next week.

My dearly departed Daddy would have fainted if he knew the cost, but I figgered out a long time ago that marriage is an expensive way for a man to get his laundry done for free?

Lord willin' and the creek don't rise, we expect to be living on the Tin Star Ranch come April 2009.

Come to think of it, we had the pond cleaned out this week by a dozer operator and the creek risin' would be a blessing to that endeavor.