The Smoky Mountain Gypsy On Tour in UK
Our Gypsy is on the trail again! While he didn't saddle up ole Nellie and pack the saddle bags full, he did board a plane on Saturday evening in Atlanta headed to Dublin.
It was quite the sight as Jerry packed his bags last week! You see, Jerry, well, truth be known, he not only packed the usual things, toiletries, socks, (briefs or boxers-we don't want to know!), jeans, and a crisp white shirt into that bag. No, crammed into every corner, crook and crevice, Jerry packed in Uncle Gene and Aunt Pearl, Jack and Giants-robbers and thieves. It was like trying to put four and twenty blackbirds between two pie crusts on a Sunday afternoon!
It only takes a small smackling of imagination to realize what ruckus might break out if an unknowing baggage handler were to let them all out of the bag at once! Talk about opening a can of snakes! No ! Not the Blackbirds--four and twenty all told, but Jack and the Giant, Ma and Pa and a couple of wacky brothers, Uncle Gene and Aunt Pearl, too!
With Jack and Jerry and the Giant running a-muck through-out the airport! Guitar strings would certainly be'a flying, and a hard bent song would have to be hammered out! Charlie Daniels and the Old Devil going down to Georgia could not even compare to the ruckus that would tear loose in the international terminal! Like ticks on a dog in a pine thicket in the dead of summer, the robbers and thieves would be a chasing about-- trying to jump gates! Getting that mess back in the bag would take some doing-- a sad love song a playing, and a little bit of wooing by the Smoky Mountain Gypsy--to put it all back together again.
Play on Gypsy, Play on.
May the Irish Eyes be smiling on you, the skies be blue above you and the ground below you be firm and fair.
