old black Jonas ( a tribute to my sweet friend Mr. Anderson)

abundance alcohol berries berry

old black Jonas made elderberry wine

i use to love to drink it,  pass away my time

he would play his mouth harp in the old junkyard

and we’d sing under the moon swinging on the stars


one hundred years old Jonas thought he was

there was not record of his  birth written down by the man

so he took the name of the master who owned him

said “a name only matters to those who don’t have ’em. “


i love old black Jonas to this day

still hear his laughter, sing his song everyday

i don’t really get that high anymore

old Jonas come back, let’s drink your wine once more



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