Wow Steven, just popped back in to this thread and have never heard that song before. He certainly does sum up an awful lot in those two short minutes. Towards the end of our time living in Florida I wound up taking an interest in Florida folk music, which in turn led to me taking an interest in Florida history. From the Seminole Indian who was never defeated and somehow through it all still walks free, to the first of the nation's cowboys who were called "cracker cowmen" because of the sound of their cracking whips, to Florida's first railroad linking it from the keys to the northern states built by Henry Flagler.
Funny how times and eras we live in have a way of passing us by, that's what good ole boy Frank Thomas speaks of in this old Florida folk song "Cracker Cowman", as the old man sees it has all passed him by.
And dirt bikes scream over land that used to be scrub cow trails
And interstate highways have taken the place of old Mr. Flagler's rails
And condos rise from the land and space shuttles fly
And the old cracker cowman don't know how it all passed him by
I'm starting to feel more and more like that old cracker cowman as I watch the world, and even what I do for a living, beginning to pass me by.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-xHy3qPFEQ
The unexamined life is not worth living.