Arkansas Writer: Guion Ferry

She lived over in Mountain View.

Prettiest girl I ever knew.

But her folks would not agree

to let their daughter court with me.

So we came up with a plan.

We’d met down in Gunyun land.

Where they mine that pure white sand.

Meet me at the Guion Ferry.

Meet me in Gunyan land.

Meet me where the river’s flowing,

All the way through New Orleans,

to the Gulf of Mexico.

We were as happy as could be,

At least that’s all I could see.

Meeting near the old sand mine.

In the shade of a lonesome pine.

But she met a new feller there.

He took her off down to Newport.

Now I got no gal to court.

Meet me at the Guion Ferry.

Meet me in Gunyan land.

Meet me where the river’s flowing,

All the way through New Orleans,

to the Gulf of Mexico.

Yes my heart is aching still,

for that gal he did steal.

I often go down to the spot

Where we used to kiss a lot.

Always look for her down there.

But she’s gone just like the sand,

They’ve hauled away from Gunyan land.

Meet me at the Guion Ferry.

Meet me in Gunyan land.

Meet me where the river’s flowing,

All the way through New Orleans,

To the Gulf of Mexico.

By A. L. Shipman Jr.

10-31-2007

Arkansas Writer