It's late December the New Years never coming. Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat. The sun is silent there's a cold rain gonna come on. No one to talk to.
Well, the last time I remember. That train stopping at the depot. Was when me and my Aunt Veta. Came riding back from Waco. I remember I was wearing. My long pants and we was sharing.
Mary Martin was a schoolgirl just seventeen or so. When she married Billy Archer about fourteen years ago. Not even out of high school folks said,? It wouldn't last?.