THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACK.

THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACK.

"Nobs" look down their noses and then say with glee,
"You were born on the wrong side of the track".
Well, I never thought once this ever meant me,
Lived life content, nothing I lacked.

About fifty years later, I travelled afar
To the place of my birth I'd ne'er seen
We went many miles, it was hours in the car,
Was "that" side of the fence really "green"?

As we followed the map to the street that we sought,
There were houses that looked so refined,
I felt a few bumps, became quite distraught,
We had just gone across the rail line!

Maybe it is a fable or just an old joke
But on the side of the track I came from, well,
Just might be the right side for me and my folk,
The wrong side isn't me, can't you tell?