We’re old, but we still know how to live

By nine o’clock the whole ridge knew the old folks had begun, Pickup trucks lined down the road, grandkids came to watch the fun. The preacher brought his upright bass, the barber brought a drum, Sheriff Dale was off the clock and hollered, “Here I come!” Joe danced left when all danced right and bumped into a chair, Then bowed like it was planned that way and everybody cheered. Betty laughed so hard she cried, then pulled him back in time, “After fifty years with you, I know every crooked line.”