Since I was unable to make last week's hike to crooked arm, I felt compelled to publish the recently penned ballad below. Credit goes to UL, the infamous Brush Swine. For those of you who don't know Greene, check our profiles page on www.southernhighlanders.com We love our Greenebean. He doesn't make many hikes, but he sure makes an impression on trees etc.
The Ballad of
Let me tell the story 'bout Pancake Greene
Hillbilly boy that became a big attorney.
Then one day he was drivin' in the snow
And wrapped his truck 'round a lodge pine pole.
Rental car that is
Well, the next thing ya know he's runnin' down the road
When he gets to the house he's hollerin' for Toad
Don't know what to do--can y'all help me?
Someone said, you should call a good attorney.
McSween that is
Gob said Greene, you're a dumb ass man.
Guess that wasn't covered on the Bar exam.
The highlanders laughed 'cause he was in a fix
They love to pile it on when you're takin' your licks.
Kick a man that is
While he's down
Go to town...
Now Greene's back home, here in Tennessee
He can't go fishin' down to Citico Creek
Got to stay in Newport and make flapjacks
So he can call in favors from political hacks.
At breakfast that is
Yee-Haw! Y'all come back now, ya hear.