I asked her how she does it, you know,
lives with the pain, that inner wreckage we
all see on her face, hear in her music.
She said wearing a cowboy hat helps, most days
and that when she feels the fire at her fingertips, the
lead filling her boots, it means she has to go.
We walked several miles. I
asked her to sing a little, maybe an old one,
“Passionate Kisses” or a love song
like “I Envy the Wind”. She said no, she didn’t
feel like singing, just walking around the lake.
After another mile or two, I started to hum
“Jackson”. She walked along with me, our strides
identical, in time. Her boots scuffed and scarred.
When I heard her start to hum too,
I looked over at her profile, that face. She was
walking perfectly balanced, steady, and even,
her eyes closed.
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
Once I get to Lafayette
I'm not gonna mind one bit
Once I get to Lafayette
I'm not gonna mind one little bit
Once I get to Baton Rouge
I won't cry a tear for you
Once I get to Baton Rouge
I won't cry a tear for you
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
SOLO
Once I get to Vicksburg
I don't think I'll feel the urge
Once I get to Vicksburg
I won't even feel an urge
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much
All the way to Jackson
I don't think I'll miss you much


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Comments
You dazzle me with your words and thoughts. I wonder sometimes about the woman inside you who can create such ideas. Fire and ice together.
Stephen, thank you, as always. Yes, perhaps there is some fire and ice here. Within all of us methinks.
WAH - I know. That woman can transcend.
JK, I think it's officially my fave, too,with many others close to it. Thank you for reading.
Oh, Monsieur, I hope the de-shuttering doesn't make you weary. Comfort in her voice.
Buffy, Lucinda may serve you well during these months. All of her cds reveal a blend of sadness, grief, sex, joy, and pissed-offness. She mixes them up just right. Thanks for reading and listening.
Lovely piece, WUS.
I love Lucinda Williams.
Thank, Duane. Thanks, thanks, thanks. I guessing you know Lucinda well.
Owl, really, honest, pretty sure you were there, too. xo
Ardee - very cool memory! I saw her once at a really small, intimate venue. Officially the best concert I have ever ever ever attended.
mypsyche - thanks. I get what you're saying. I chose the words "inner wreckage' quite intentionally. She has a lot going on in her songs, and is as imperfect and complex as the rest of us, I'd guess. And hope.
rita, yes, those aimless drives. especially when it's raining, right? thanks for reading.
Rich, I do too. Big, big time.
Pilgrim.... awwwwwww.... thanks.
Owl - It was nice.
Thanks for this!
Chiacago Guy, dang. You are so right. She has traveled some serious highway, that Lucinda. That she shares it with us is an immeasurable gift.
Mindi! So excited to see you here! I know how busy your days, and nights, are. Don't feel embarrassed, but be glad that today is your Lucinda -awakening! I feel like I should defer to Rich Banks, but I will say may faves are "Car Wheels on a Gravel Road" and "Essence". I also like her earlier stuff, though it's a little twangier. Like most artists, it's been fun to watch her grown and develop. Her talent though, is obvious on even her very early work.
thanks, annette. Nice to see you.
mamoore - why am I not surprised? She reaches out and takes us, doesn't she? And we're so lucky she does.
Duane.... well, shoot. Is there such a thing as sex miles? I've never seen those on my walks. If only!
Thanks again, Rita. I'm honored that you came back to read again. I wish I could make the show, but I think work will preclude me from going. Dang it. ENJOY
Owl, yep. SIX miles of walking can wear out the toughest soles/souls.
Brian, yes. Everyone does. Indeed.
hi, Michael - thanks for reading and listening. As you can hear and read from the comments, she's well worth a good listen. Check out Rich Banks' devotion. He's not kidding, man.
Nothing beats wandering and pondering...rated
--another Lucinda Williams fan
Beth, I'm glad you got that out of that line. I can picture her saying it just like that. Sometimes it's those things that take the edge off, give us a little barrier, a balm, a little cover when we need it. Thanks for reading.
Hi, Patrick. (twice.) Thanks for visiting, as always. I'm fine, and hope you are too.
Leslie - yep. Many of us here. Thanks and xo
Thanks for reading.