Independence, Louisiana

Burke Ingraffia
Cale Pellick
Grayson Capps
Jeff Burke
Matt Rhody
Dave Rebeck
Jesse Boyd
Eloise Chopin

This is a song I wrote for my Italian/American grandfather who lived to be 103.

Lyrics

There’s a town called Independence
The Italian families worked the farms together.
It was a time of the elements, and they say
You could see strawberry fields forever

Independence, Independence
There’s always one on whom you can rely
Independence, Independence
Maybe it’s a coincidence
But the fig trees bloom the first week of July

There’s a man; my father’s father
He lived his whole life in Independence
He still pulls the bushhog with the tractor
96 years in residence

Independence, Independence
There’s always one on whom you can rely
Independence, Independence
And so much common sense; the two things that keep him still alive

After the war, he built the dairy
His brother John was gone in ’49
He had Rose; she knew he loved her
Now he stays at home and stretches dimes

Independence, Independence
There’s always one on whom you can rely
Independence, Independence
And so much common sense; the two things that keep him still alive
Maybe it’s a coincidence
But the fig trees bloom the first week of July

There’s a town called Independence
The Italian families worked the farms together.
It was a time of the elements, and they say
You could see strawberry fields forever

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