adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, June 12, 2011

With Fathers' Day upcoming, I thought I'd post a song lyric that's not quite about my own father, but partially inspired by his life. Some of the details are lifted from Dad's story, like the LaSalle-based trailer, but the guy in this song is not James Reginald Brooke, just someone who lived sort of a parallel existence. This should be the title song of my Florida songs CD if I ever get it done.

SUNSHINE LAND

Right after the war, he loaded his Thirty-Eight Ford
And a trailer made from the back of a La Salle,
With his wife and kid on southbound Forty-One,
Headed no place special at all.

Worked for a while in Georgia as a carpenter,
Then he took his family and started south again,
Going on down to Florida, where he’d heard
A building boom was about to begin.

Moving to a Sunshine Land, moving to a Sunshine Land,
Where the girls are prettier and everyone is tan.
Living in a Sunshine Land, living in a Sunshine Land,
Building a brand new life out of palmetto and sand.

Had a daughter while they stayed in Jacksonville,
Got his builder’s license, joined a church.
Tampa was a good place, stayed there for a while;
Then he went on with his search.

He’d heard that times were good down in Miami,
Decided they should go and get their share;
So in Fifty-Two, he made another move
To see if life was sunnier there.

Moving to a Sunshine Land, moving to a Sunshine Land,
Where the girls are prettier and everyone is tan.
Living in a Sunshine Land, living in a Sunshine Land,
Building a brand new life out of palmetto and sand.

Never quite found what he was searching for;
I guess he just got tired of moving on.
Lived his life out in a Sunshine Land;
Hope the sun shines where he’s gone.

Stephen Brooke ©1990

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