Song of the Day “Fan of People”

Fan of People

© 2011 Andy Harrison

In a shack in the back woods of Georgia

In the nineteen teens or so

He was born on the edge of midnight

As the moon hung orange and low

He was wrapped in a bag of burlap

His mama looked into his ancient eyes

The crickets and the lone wolf howling

Thought she heard a whisper in his cries

Chorus:

Gotta be a fan of people

And people will be a fan of me

Everyone is my neighbor

Obvious when you look and see

Looking out beyond my own skin

Helping you is helping me

Gotta be a fan of people

And people will be a fan of me

At 8 years old he saw a steel guitar

Behind the counter at the general store

He felt his chest burning from the inside

As he held it on his lap on the floor

The air filled with honeysuckle

As he laid his hands across the strings

His voice bellowed out like thunder

Taste of tears as he began to sing

Chorus:

Gotta be a fan of people

And people will be a fan of me

Everyone is my neighbor

Obvious when you look and see

Looking out beyond my own skin

Helping you is helping me

Gotta be a fan of people

And people will be a fan of me

In a gin joint off an old dirt road

The crowd was on the edge of insane

His guitar shook the walls like rapture

His voice felt like a hurricane

The air was full of smoke and spirit

The drinks full of sweat and gin

No need for a Sunday preacher

Paradise had already let them in

Chorus:

Gotta be a fan of people

And people will be a fan of me

Everyone is my neighbor

Obvious when you look and see

Looking out beyond my own skin

Helping you is helping me

Gotta be a fan of people

And people will be a fan of me