ROUGH EDGES

"ROUGH EDGES"


Once a month at eight o'clock
I drive off to Barrington
Walking in high heels
And stop at Tim Horten's;
Buy a sip, have a yarn
And see who's going where
And then go in the bathroom
To try & fix my hair.

A stop at the Superstore
To buy something sweet
Take it with me to the Hall
Where I meet and greet:
New friends and old friends
I haven't seen in ages
Who are there as I am
Just to hear "Rough Edges."

The kitchen help is busy
The band's still setting up
I love to hear them speak in French
Does "mon dieu" mean "wassup?"
Their four smiling faces
Welcome one and all
And so it is that I sit down
Inside the Lions Hall.

They'll play almost anything
But we like country best
In their matching shirts
Or black, sexy vests;
Paul's magical fingers
Don on the drums
Mike's harmonizing
We all smile and hum.

Then Delbert opens up his mouth
As more come in the door
His depth and raw emotion
Sweep them on the floor;
He can bring a teardrop
Or a great big grin
And we are all in love
With "Rough Edges" once again.

They sometimes sing in French
And they are Senior's too
All except the drummer
Who sings us "Mary-Lou";
Paul may be the oldest
But he fits just like a glove
We all love it when he plays
"Somewhere My Love."

They call themselves "Rough Edges"
But we all know the truth
For when we hear them playing
Country, rock or blues:
They are the very best
Music far and wide
We couldn't be more addicted
If it included Charlie Pride.

Just before the clock strikes 12
As we prepare to leave
We know that it'll be 30 days
Before we hear and see:
"Rough Edges" once again
To brighten up our nights
We clap as we thank them
And they turn out the lights.

They're not just any band
They are now our friends
And so we cannot wait
To see them once again;
We hear them on the radio
And we all love them so
That I wrote this little poem
Just so they would know.