Rude Jenne

RUDE JENNE
(James Woolsey, Notes From Home Publishing, BMI)

Born in the summer of 1901, was his mothers pride and joy, his fathers only son. He was a child of 11 when he drove his first mule into the mine
 
No stranger to hard labor and trouble was his friend. He would wade knee high through mud and blood just to fight to the bitter end
He was an old soul with a heart of gold and. wasn’t afraid to cross the line
 
Oh Rude Jenne it’s been a long hard ride, But you’ve got angels by your side. Some say you’re the devil, But one look in your eyes, And the devil runs and hides
 
Didn’t need to read the headlines to know that times were bad. Everyone was suffering and each others all they had. It seemed there was a strangle hold on everything that was good.
 
A friend sent word that his son was sick in bed. His kin was starving and needed to be fed, So with a brick through a window he stole all the food that he could
 
The law caught him way up North and threw him in jail. Where he met a man a lot like him waiting in his cell. He said I’m gonna run, I’ll make a gun, and you know I’ve got a plan
 
Rude told John I’ve only got 4 months left
I’d like to go, but I’ll say no and then he shook Johns hand, And before his time was over, Rude heard that John was dead.