Elly May Duke

yeah . . .i see your point. Tho i think that it would probably be Daisy who did and then Enos could surprise you by being a lot stronger and not just the innocent guy he is.

yeah. the only thing that i'm not sure of is whether Enos or Daisy is going to Die . . .You think Daisy would be stronger than Enos or vice versa?

Course I might change my mind i haven't gotten to that part yet, but it's just that Uncle Jesse Dies . . oh I forgot this their middle girl who's name is Luka after her Uncle Luke dies because Hughie shot her in the leg . . .Daisy and Jesse try thier best and she lives for a while but . . .yeah so (okay maybe ignore a little of what i said in the last post) Elly May who's the one who married Cooter's son comes back to help her Dad and well . . .i figued that the two youngest will come back to live with him, but anyway. Daisy Dies from all the grief around her and suff (no she won't drinking just got real sick from being depressd and stuff . . .haven't figured how poor Enos would make it on his own

Jesse: You two made any plans for today? Course I gess we'll go and see Bo, but other than that?

Maybe dead. . . course that's kinda ironic cause my DaisyxEnos story that i relly need to get working on a gain Daisy's the one who dies and Enos has to take care of their middle daughter while her two oldest are . . .One ran away from Hazard and the other's married to Cooter's son. Luke and his wife take the two youngest twins . . .yeah . . .two pairs of twins and a girl in the middle

Enos: Well if you need to talk just let me know honey.

Yeah . . .Enos was so sweet. . .Thank goodness he had Daisy to watch out for him.

same here. I guess that's why Enos is our man . . .lot like us

Enos: Somethin wrong Daisy?

Stroker Ace was born to race He had a mean streak ten feet wide A son of a gun with a taste for fun And more than his share of pride Take a dirt road curve with the Devil's nerve And make a car dance across the mud Haulin' shine was his regular line 'Til the track got in his blood He was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot But man, that fool could drive Cause he loved the feel of a steering wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes And in a racing tight or a bar room fight Old Stroker stole the show A back street blazer and a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo Mama lock your daughters up that wild bunch is back in town And them little girls get frisky when they hear that racecar sound They bringin out the yellow flag, somebody's brakes have failed There's an oilslick on the inside and a wreck along the rail You better stand on it, Stroker, cause a bandit's on your tail. It's a downright joy for a country boy When he hears them engines moan But you gotta hang tough and it gets real rough When you're out there on your own Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down When you're up there against the wall And you always know when an engine blows That a man can't win 'em all You could push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon And if you break your neck in some fool's wreck they'd forget about you soon But old Stroker Ace was born to race and it's worth all the trying Just to drink champagne in the Victory Lane and to hear that concrete whine Stroker get your dander up this ain't no time to lag You've got to make a lap up if you want to take that checkered flag Number ten is closin' in to even up the score It's time to wave bye-bye and put the pedal on the floor You better stand on it Stroker cause you're blowin' off their doors. Spoken: Blow their doors off, Stroker. Stand on it, Son. Ah, you good lookin' devil, you

Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time And the Tucker boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When ol' Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville People down in Georgia come from near and far To hear Dicky Betts pickin' on that red guitar Chorus: So gather round Gather round children get down You can get down children be loud You can be loud here and be proud You can be proud here be proud you a rebel Cause the south's gonna do it again Elvin Bishop's sittin' on a bale of hay Damn right hansome and he sure can play There's ZZ Top and you can't forget That old brother Willie's gettin' soakin' wet And all the good people down in Tennessee Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and the CDB Chorus: So gather round Gather round children get down You can get down children be loud You can be loud here and be proud You better be proud here be proud you a rebel Cause the south's gonna do it again and again, and again, and again

Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp, well, you better not go at night. There's things out there in the middle of them woods that make a strong man die from fright. Things that crawl and things that fly and things that creep around on the ground. And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around. But I couldn't believe it. I just had to find out for myself. And I couldn't conceive it 'cause I never would have listened to nobody else. And I couldn't believe it. I just had to find out for myself there's some things in this world you just can't explain. Spoken: The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods. He never did do a lot of harm in the world, but he never did do no good. People didn't think too much of him. They all thought he acted funny. The old man didn't care about people anyway. All he cared about was his money. He'd stuff it all down in mason jars and he'd bury it all around. And on certain nights if the moon was right he'd dig it up out of the ground. He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack and run his fingers through it. Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man and that's all that there was to it. But I couldn't believe it. I just had to find out for myself. And I couldn't conceive it 'cause I never would have listened to nobody else. And I couldn't believe it. I just had to find out for myself there's some things in this world you just can't explain. Spoken: Cable boys was white trash. They lived over on Carver's Creek. They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat and belligerent when they'd speak. One night the oldest brother said, "Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp later. We'll take old Lucius's money and we'll feed him to the alligators." They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand, thirteen rusty mason jars was just dug up out of the sand. And they all went crazy and they beat the old man, and they picked him up off of the ground. Threw him in the swamp and stood there and laughed as the black water sucked him down. Then they turned around and went back to the shack and picked up the money and ran. They hadn't gone no where when they realized they were running in quicksand. And they struggled and they screamed but they couldn't get away and just before they went under they could hear that old man laughing in a voice as loud as thunder. And that's been fifty years ago and you can go by there yet. There's a spot in the yard in the back of that shack where the ground is always wet. And on summer nights, if the moon is right down by the that dark footpath, you can hear three young men screaming. You can hear one old man laugh. Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp, well, you better not go at night. There's things out there in the middle of them woods that make a strong man die from fright. Things that crawl and things that fly and things that creep around on the ground. And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around. But I couldn't believe it. I just had to find out for myself. And I couldn't conceive it 'cause I never would have listened to nobody else. And I couldn't believe it. I just had to find out for myself there's some things in this world you just can't explain. there's some things in this world you just can't explain

Granny: *nods* jest make sure you stay away from it Jesse: They will

getting a better picture why she buggs me so much.

W: you can help here *spreads paper out on the bench in the middle of them* *I'm going in a couple minutes. I'll have my notebook tomorrow so we can do the stuff. My last day tommorrow*

Granny: Well i don't know bout yer boys, but Jethro and Elly know how i feel bout my jug. Daisy: what bout that bit you gave Bo? Granny: that was different

it is. honestly i was a lot more innocent than i thought. still am a bit than i should be . . .tho now i have a problem that i trust very few people . . .girls too. I used to trust everybody

W: yeah . . .i have some basics but want to look over them to refine them.

Jed: well Granny don't put up with that too much round here. Jesse: yeah i wouldn't either if it weren't for what JD puts them through. Granny: yeah . . .like i'd let any grandson of mine stay out pat nine

okay like i said i will send some lyrics your way so you can least see why they remind me Dukes

B: Likin it honey. So what states you got verses for? W: Let me think Texas Va N and s Carolina Kentucky Tennessee and Ga i think that's all *probably wouldn't have all that but i needed to remind myself what we had*

Jed: oh nothing much honey just sit on down and Granny'll have vittles on in a minute. Elly: Pa . . .Why is Mr. Duke helpin Granny with vittles? Jed: Well i'll be didn't even see ya come in Jesse

i know i could see him sawin on that fiddle and well between you and me those boys kinda make a deal with him everyday . . .or to say JD that is. lol heard any other than DWDG

Daisy: *nods* Jed *kinda to himself* someday I gotta have a long talk with that boy

W: well here's the chorus We got Johnny and and a pair of blue jeans an old radio and a jug a kerosene this is what you see bein a country girl means *sorry my other notebook is in my bookbag right now*