Lake Fork Verne — The Story Is Written

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The Story is Written
by:  Verne Garrison, Valley Park, MO
07-07-07   July 7, 2007
The Story is Written---------------------Banjo tuned Eb play Key of D

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This is about Frenchy Dubois,
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Who was a growing, lanky boy
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On a Christmas tree farm in Illinois
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The hero in a novel I wrote with joy-(D-7)

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The Story is about his plight,
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Being raised by a mean Uncle and looney Aunt
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Bruno and Aunt Viney, were always right
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Frenchy stayed away from their rant.-

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He took cover in his secret cave,
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Hidden by the weeds and brush on Salt Creek
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Put away in a rock-lined safe,
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His journal, he wrote in, every week

[Chorus]
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So the story is written,
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It is in a box on my shelf
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Covered with slips of rejection
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Waiting to be discovered, void of myself-

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Stories about how his kin homesteaded this place
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Clearing the timber to make crop land
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Now, full circle, his dad, replaced corn with trees
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Frenchy was growing up, lending a hand

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In a few short years, and he became of age,
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The tree farm would be his per his dads will
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But until then, Bruno and Viney wrote every page
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And Frenchy could only dream of this thrill.

[Chorus]
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So the story is written,
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It is in a box on my shelf
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Covered with slips of rejection
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Waiting to be discovered, void of myself.