Old Josh and Old Man Fox

Josh was sharecropper
Worked hisself to the bone
Fox owned the endless land
He’d seen it grow and grow
Josh was black as midnight
Fox was white as rice
Years passed by a bond was made
That held together tight

Setting on the front porch
End of long hard days
Drinking shine or talking weather
Easy going, give and take
Playing cards or checkers
Sharing stories about life
Friendship hard rock solid
Close as brothers over time

Old Josh and old man Fox
Georgia born and raised
Old Josh and old man Fox
Sprung from the red Georgia clay
Old Josh and old man Fox
Sprung from the red Georgia clay

Fox’s wife had passed on
Kids didn’t take to the farm
Went off to a wider world
Come of age, up and gone
Got old man Fox to thinking
What would be the plan
Who would be the best to care for
His beloved land

Fox went to see his lawyer
Things clear in his mind
Never had the slightest doubt
Signed and notarized
Old Josh he knew the whole place
Like back of his own hand
Josh would be the best caretaker
Of this blessed southern land