Family Tree Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I got a brother named Thunder
another named Lightening
my sister's named Wind
and I'm Rain
Goin' steady with a sweet li'l warm breeze
She makin' love like a Hurricane
When the God of my Father
and my Mother and Me
first ate the fruit off the olive tree
The Moon raised the tide
bringin' on a mudslide
Rivers leapt their banks to run free
But, don't blame it on
blame it on me, babe
You can blame it
on the family tree
Ain't no plausible explanation
Can't explain it away with meteorology
When my kinfolk get in the groove
the stars and planets start to move
between the Devil
and the Deep Blue Sea
But, don't blame it on
blame it on me, babe
You can blame it
on the family tree.
Now, when trouble starts to brew,
and your skies aren't quite so blue.
Dark clouds precipitate.
Winds that wail,
are slingin' sleet and hail.
Flood waters at your gate.
Ooh,
here come mother,
Better run for cover.
But, don't blame it on
blame it on,
blame it on me, babe.
You can blame it
on the family tree.
You see, I'm not the one.
I'm your number nine Son.
I'm gonna stand by,
gonna alibi,
gonna run with you,
on the by and bye
even lullaby you,
But, don't blame it on
blame it on me, babe.
you can blame it on
my family
tree.

collaborative effort written by

Buddy Bee Anthony

& Melissa A. Howells

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Re-edited 03/15/2023 @ 8: 56 Pacific Time