It was said of the sheriff to Calhoun Parish
Not to ever touch his daughter Emily
For to look at her with lustful eyes was certain
To get you a time in the penitentiary
It was true, she was quite voluptuous
And it was true, she had eyes for me
Then one night at a dance she walked up to me
And ask me would I meet her down by the creek
As I listened to her dangerous proposal
I thought about the high sheriff catching me
As I shook my head and quietly left the party
I heard her laugh and say, "You'll be sorry"
Then there came upon my door a loud disturbance
I opened it to the sheriff and his deputy
He said, "Son, did you molest my daughter?"
I said, "Sheriff, I do not know of what you speak"
Then he grabbed me roughly by the collar
And he flung me sprawling out into the street
There were days in the jail with claustrophobia
And all on account of that wench Emily
Well, I finally worked a bar loose from the window
And made my way into the woods of Calhoun
Late that night I came upon a cabin
It was the home of Harham Cross, a friend I knew
Would you all mind if I sat down at your table
'Cause it's been a while since I've had time to eat
And I'll pay y'all back when I'm able
But right now the high sheriff is after me
After 3 years I moved my workshop back to my first place. I had a lot good times in the Garage Hangout, but its time for me to do my own thing again. I realized that I am loner, I am bit worried about that, kind of antisocial...anyway I loved to work there but at the end the distance between where I live and the Garage Hangout sorted it out, I have no regrets, its was a positif experience. Its time for something new. I still support my buddies from the Garage Hangout, but from now on, from the opposite side of the bar. Thanks to Carlo, Serge, Tom and Bip for all the good times.