Dad-

dy

Frank

played

the

gui-

tar

and

the

French

harp,

Sis-

ter

played

the

ring-

ing

tam-

bou-

rine.

Ma-

ma

couldn'

t

hear

our

pret-

ty

mu-

sic,

She

read

our

lips

and

helped

the

fam-

ly

sing.

That

Frank

and

ma-

ma

count-

ed

on

each

oth-

er.

Their

one

and

on-

ly

weak-

ness

made

them

strong.

Ma-

ma

did

the

driv-

ing

for

the

fam-

il-

y

and

Frank

made

a

liv-

ing

with

a

song

Home

was

just

a

camp

a-

long

the

high-

way.

A

pick-

up

bed

was

where

we

bed-

ded

down

Don't

ev-

er

once

re-

mem-

ber

go-

ing

hun-

ger-

y

I

re-

mem-

ber

ma-

ma

cook-

ing

on

the

ground.

Dad-

dy