What I’m saying is, I’m too emotional to write anything funny right now. I apologize for that. But last night and again this morning, I sat and listened to “The Journey Home” off of George’s album, “American Street”. It humbled me to hear such greatness.
I was asked to write something for this tragedy, but there’s nobody better to tell you about George than George himself. The following are the lyrics to “The Journey Home”:
I didn’t want to believe it
When I heard the news
Another old friend was gone
Those of us who loved him
All gathered around
And started singing those old sweet songs
With our backs to a Carolina wind
We watched a chapter come to an end
Chorus
There’s another free bird in the southern sky
Can’t you see he’s searching for a rainbow
The sky is crying can’t you hear them guitars moan
Another midnight rider has made the journey home
We were chased off that hillside by a driving rain
We scattered like ashes across the sea
But tears fall from heaven when the good die young
Some things are just meant to be
Like there was no tomorrow
That’s how he chose to live
He gave it all, there was nothing left to give
There’s another free bird in the southern sky
Can’t you see he’s looking for a rainbow
The sky is crying can’t you hear them guitars moan
Another midnight rider has made the journey home.
(Scott Miller/George McCorkle)
I’d like to thank God for letting me meet the man.
And God? You have your rhythm guitarist and he’s the best there is.
Until next time would ya’ll give your prayers and love to Vivian McCorkle and Justin McCorkle and all of the family please?
The picture is George, Bruce Wall, and me in 2005
Inside the Outdoors - Jody Willman
