She's seventeen and free as the wind
atop a Harley holding tight to her boyfriend.
All around his hometown they rode
Laughing, happy and very much in love.
She's seventeen and free as the wind
atop a Harley holding tight to her boyfriend.
All around his hometown they rode
Laughing, happy and very much in love.
He asked her to dinner at his parents home,
Excited and anxious she said she'd come.
Sunday dinner was always a treat
She was nervous his family to meet.
To this Yankee girl Sunday dinner meant sometime after three.
After late Saturday nights she slept the morning away, you see.
Wanting so hard his folks to impress,
She went shopping for a brand new dress.
Southern tradition Sunday dinner was always at noon
Preparations started early with the setting of the moon.
Church over, dinner ready and they waited and waited,
Patience was wearing thin, and soon dissipated.
The roar of that big motorcycle was finally heard,
The family got ready to greet this special girl.
So out to the porch with an anxious smile
they stood waiting their son and his girl to arrive.
Proud of her new dress, red nails gleaming in toeless shoes,
The girl beamed widely thinking she couldn't lose.
But then the dilemma hit her hard in the face,
How to alight gracefully in a miniskirt without showing her lace.
The late hour, short miniskirt and painted toes,
This was the girl their son had chose.
But never an unkind word was said
She was welcomed and put at ease instead.Soon this Rebel boy and Yankee girl were wed,
Traditions blended and a happy family was had.
Love, kindness, and encouragement is the key
Blending North and South into a strong family tree.
By: Juliette Lively Dickey
July 10, 1998
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