Middle Ground (2002)   Jackson He sits alone in the evening In his reclining easy chair But in his mind he’s back in Pensacola A dew-sweeper in the crisp clean morning air He finds it hard to get around now One bad knee and two bad hips But he swears but God he’ll be out there next year Holding a rake and not this Goddamn walking stick And with a constancy that some might call a fallacy he smiles Is it bravery or the vestiges of slavery or just his style Hully knew the breeze, he could just feel it there He told his man to hold his ball up on that wind When Floyd made birdies, he took a trophy home While Hully, he just hugged Marie at the end And with a faithfulness that some might label foolishness he smiles Is it hopefulness or just the fear of loneliness or just his style He says, I’ll see you down in Jackson, I’m still living it up down here The Rabbit won’t be running he’s in Jersey drinking beer But I will read the wind and club you to a victory, next year Now there’s a Tiger on the TV screen And that’s a swing that’ll make a black man so proud At his best he could have ridden him to the golden tee Still could do it now with just one good eye And with a constancy that some might call a fallacy he smiles Is it bravery or the vestiges of slavery or just his style He says, I’ll see you down in Jackson, I’m still living it up down here The Rabbit won’t be running he’s in Jersey drinking beer But I will read the wind and club you to a victory, next year