Easy Street
by Carl Clay Caulkins On a Sunday I came back to my one room country shack It was late afternoon in early Spring You sat there on the
Almost All She Wrote
by Carl Clay Caulkins Fare thee well, Oklahoma Buick, take me west I’m blinded by the sun And just like Jesse when he was on the
Ain’t Life Grand?
by Carl Clay Caulkins Papa lies under the willow and Mama lies over the sea My jack knife lies under my pillow keeping me company Easy