What the Fock I’m in Little Rock

Day 5 – July 2, 2014

Waking up in Nashville
I got to see the sights
I learned how to rhyme
and I learned how to fight

I looked over my shoulder
There was my Pa and Son
Smiles on their faces
having lots of fun

We went looking for a woman
by the name of Emmylou
We found her at her house
and us peeking through

My father was speechless
didn’t know what to say
she didn’t even see us
didn’t even look our way

We drove on out of there
grinning ear to ear
thinking what would have happened
if we said something for her to hear

We coulda been sitting in jail
or we could be drinking tea
sitting in that mansion
with that pretty lady

Ohhh We coulda been having tea, with that pretty ladyyy
Ohhh We coulda been having tea, with that pretty ladyyy

And thats the ballad of Ennis and Emmylou. Yes… its true, we went to Emmylou Harris’s house and got a glimpse of her. Here’s Ennis at her house.


ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh

After we left we had to pull over on the highway so he could regain himself. lol that was biggest highlight of the trip.


So we left Nashville, and headed West.


We’re going to Jackson, we’re gonna mess around.


Jackson was too messy so we left.

In the words of Paul Simon, “I’m going to Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennessee. I’m going to Graceland.”





And so we’re here at Graceland.


We toured the mansion and grounds. Got to see the final resting place of the King. I liked his style. I think I want to put some shag carpeting in my house now with that kind of furniture.

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Here’s Keenan doing the final act of today’s story with his cool Elvis moves.










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