We Three Go Where We Three Go

We three go where we three go,

Even if it's uphill both ways.

Walkin' barefoot backward in the snow,

We three go where we three go.

Mama's the voice of reason,

Baby the color commentary.

Mama grows organic seasoning in the garden,

Baby's observations sometimes so astute it's scary.

Daddy's at the wheel but let's get real,

He's got a navigator.

And another navigator when the first one is sleepin'.

Daddy sees his girls, he sees his world.

So he say, We three go where we three go,

Even if it's uphill both ways.

Walkin' barefoot backward in the snow,

We three go where we three go.

Mama's an expert, Baby's a comedian.

They both know they know what the antidote is.

Daddy's head is hard as cement.

He just nodding in agreement.

He cracks a beer every time that he's outvoted.

But he don't really care where they're going

He say, we three go where we three go,

Even if it's uphill both ways.

Walkin' barefoot backward in the snow,

We three go where we three go.

"There are no hard times. Time is a construct any old way."

Baby and Mama shake their heads,

At some of the silly things that Daddy say.

They know he works hard.

He wants to feel he's earned all that he's got.

He might stumble. He don't fall.

Baby's siren song to beat the band, shake the pictures off the wall.

Mama just happy there's a chicken in the pot.

And if Mama ain't happy, nobody happy.

But it's Baby who calls the shots.

We three go where we three go,

Even if it's uphill both ways.

Walkin' barefoot backward in the snow,

We three go where we three go.

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~ Ric Hickey

July 17, 2020