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Bring Scoop back
Cold December on Middle road
Brother of five, Father of one
Gave a sinner's grace to the clouds
and an empty space behind the wheel
Down at the smokey state-line pub
where his seat remains vacant til this day
The eyes stay wet as do their throats
But every boast and toast wont bring Scoop back
Years went by and still they go
that old black Dodge has long since rusted away
flowers look down at thier gentle giant of a friend,
whos strong arms left many shoulders cold
And his face still stares from a shelf
out of many houses,at those he left behind,
those who knew him as Robert,but mostly Big Scoop
but the praising memories and words....
Wont Bring Scoop back
Dedicated to my father,
James Robert "Scoop" Caldwell, Jr.
1957-1993
