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 24th Oct 2007 08:00
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| [/b] Well she wasn't eatin' cause she was scared to death her brother was goin' to spill his guts 'bout the whole thing, to her Papa. Billy Joe and her tossed off a big tent, campin' gear, and some provisions for 'em while Becky Thompson and me waited down stream to catch the bundle as it floated past. That's where it all started. The tent was to be in a place deep out in the swampy woods where we all could meet without anyone knowin'. She and Billy Joe were in love, but her Papa was having nothin' of that, as you can see from what he said at the dinner table. He didn't like Billy Joe for some reason and didn't want her seein' a whole lot of him. It may'a been that Billy Joe was both good lookin' and smart, something' a bit unusual here in these parts, but I don't know. I know... I know, what your thinking', "Couldn't a'been too smart, jumpin' off the bridge an all." I mean book learnin' smart. Billy Joe was wantin' to be with her all the time and the tent was a way to fix that. In the meantime he was wantin' to get in her knickers pretty bad. She was a real good lookin' girl of 19 and still a virgin, and Billy Joe wanted to change that virgin part for her, for sure, but he always had good intentions 'cause he really loved her. She loved him too, but was not so sure 'bout him. Stopped him every time he got too close to the target while they was neckin' and stuff. One night he asked her how he could prove his love to her and get past her not trustin' 'em (so maybe she might drop them knickers 'a hers) She thought a minute, then without thinkin' blurted out, "You'd have to jump off the Tallahatchie Bridge, Billy Joe." That did it. Nothin' she could say or do from then on was ever goin' to stop him, so stubborn and determined he was, to prove his love. The next week he up and did it. Well, I mean to tell you, that did the trick alright. From then on she was his. Those knickers slid up and down so often you'd think they was tied to rubber bands on her shoes. Whatever he wanted was hers to give, and often. He spent the rest of the summer grinning' while he camped out in that tent, out of sight of her Pappa, and she spent every spare minute with 'em. Ever' now 'n then I'd take some corn whisky down to the tent an Billy Joe and I'd just sit and sip, but he never could get that silly grin off 'a his face. Sorta reminded me 'a our ole hound dawg the day he treed three coons. Everybody else in town thought he was dead, and his body had just floated on down the river. Only the five of us knew the truth, and no one ever told 'til after her Pappa died. So here goes. Like I said they got to doin' it pretty much all the time. No one saw the first time, or the first three or four times, I guess, 'cause I 'spect they all happened the same day. After awhile, though I started watchin' them, cause one day I stumbled in and they was doin' it and didn't seem to mind me watchin'. Mighta been 'cause they was too busy doin' it, and didn't notice me, but I watched anyway, and when they stopped, well, there I was. Her brother was also getin' a lot of Becky Thompson at that time, so most ever' time I stopped in somebody was doin' somebody. Most'a the time they was goin' at it like jackrabbits and doin' each other, one end or the other, but I wanna tell you 'bout one night that changed my mind 'bout her and Billy Joe. Wheweee !! did it change the way I look at things. One even'n I went down to the tent as usual. It was a clear night, a little bit crisp out, and there was a full moon shinin' through the trees. Some of them leaves had started to turn and there was a smell of somebody burnin' leaves in the air. When I got close to'em, I saw they had a fire burnin' out 'side 'a the tent. I began to smell the burnin' wood mixed with the leaves and it was real good smellin', made me feel, you know, sort a' sleepy, dreamy, snuggly like. They was both nak'd, standin' close up, facin' each other on a big blanket next to the fire. Billy Joe musta seen me cause he hollered out, "Tom you're witnessin' this, and don't you ever forget it, long as you live, ya' hear." I mean to tell ya' they was beautiful, both of 'em, with that fire flickerin' 'gainst their skin, and that moon shinin' down. Those mounds a' hers, I guess the right word is breasts, was just shinin' and her skin was all lit up. She looked like some nak'd angel just floated right down there to Billy Joe. He didn't look all that bad hisself, but I wasn't payin much attention to his looks, no sir, if you know what I mean. [b][b]
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24th Oct 2007
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| Inspired Author  Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Illinois Posts: 416
|  Re: Tallahatchie Bridge - The Real Story Dayum Cocoa I always wondered about that song. Good job, really liked this one. Thanks |
 
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24th Oct 2007
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| Inspired Author  Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: In the cream Posts: 1,191
| Re: Tallahatchie Bridge - The Real Story Wow, another great one, cocoa! Loved the detail, and the romance of it. I am a romantic at heart, and this story was all that. xoxo |
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24th Oct 2007
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| Inspired Author  Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Eastern Pennsylvania Posts: 98
| Re: Tallahatchie Bridge - The Real Story A rollicking good yarn, Cocoa. Fun throughout. |
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| Inspired Author  Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: New England Posts: 939
| Re: Tallahatchie Bridge - The Real Story That was awfully nice of you to tell the whole story as it twernt fittin for things to stay the way they was in all. It was really fun to read.
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| Inspired Author  Join Date: Aug 2009 Posts: 387
| Re: Tallahatchie Bridge - The Real Story This was really sweet way to look at ths song. I always though of as very sad song with Billy Joe dying. Nice job
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