Rudy

no, this is not Rudy - but Rudy owns him.

 

Rudy, was once our woodman - he was clearing his acres of land and we were fortunate to purchase some of his wood.

 

Rudy, a true cowboy gentleman owns a buffalo ranch located about 50 miles south of our home.  It is quite a site to behold, those buffalo are huge.

 

While in town the other day I ran into Rudy - he did not know who I was because my hair was not flying in every direction, I had my toque on.  I said, Hi Rudy - he looked at me puzzled - I replied, horseshoe lady - oh yes, he said, now I know.    I explained that anytime he would like to replinish my horseshoes, sure - come forth.  But this time you will receive a rodeo candle complete with black cowboy hat.  ah, maybe some baking too!  He smiled, and said he would be here soon.

 

I made his rodeo candle this morning and baking I must get a move on.

 

...someday I'll go and call up Rudy

we worked together at the factory

but what could I say when he asks what's new

nothin', what's with you, nothin' much to do

 

you know that old trees just grow stronger

and old rivers grow wilder everyday

old people just grow lonesome or waiting

for someone to say

Hello In There, Hello

John Prine ~ Hello In There