WELL..........MY DADDY LEFT HOME WHEN I WAS THREE AND HE DIDN’T LEAVE MUCH TO MAW AN’ ME JUST A BIG BLACK BALL THAT I COULD HARDLY ROLL NOW I DON’T BLAME HIM THAT HE RAN AWAY BUT THE MEANEST THING, I MUST SAY
 ...WAS BEFORE HE LEFT HE LEARNED ME HOW TO BOLE HE MUSTA THOUGHT THAT IT WAS QUITE A JOKE IT GOT A LOT A LAUGHS FROM A LOTS A FOLKS MY WHOLE DANG LIFE I HAD TO FIGHT AND FEUD I TELL YOU LIFE AIN’T EASY FOR A BOLER DUDE I GREW UP QUICK, I GREW UP MEAN MY BALLS GOT FAST AND MY WITS GOT KEEN I’D ROAM FROM TOWN TO TOWN TO HIDE MY SHAME. BUT I MADE A VOW TO THE MOON AND STARS I’D SEARCH THE BOLIN' ALLEYS AND ALL THE BARS AND FIND THAT MAN WHO TAUGHT ME THAT STUPID GAME IT WAS DALLAS, TEXAS ...ABOUT MID-MAY… AROUND LUNCH TIME,...ABOUT MID-DAY I THOUGHT I’D GET ME A COFFEE AND A SWEET ROLL. AT A BOLLIN’ ALLEY WHERE THE OLD FOLKS WENT A PLACE THEY CALLED THE MAIN EVENT I FOUND THAT MAIN-GEE DOG THAT LEARNED ME TO BOLE I KNEW THAT SNAKE WAS MY OWN SWEET DAD FROM A WORN-OUT PICTURE THAT MY MOTHER’D HAD I SAID, “ LOOKY HERE...HOLY COW. I’M YOUR LONG LOST BOLIN’ BOY AND NOW MISTER...YOU’RE ABOUT TO DIE!” YEAH…THAT’S WHAT I TOLD HIM I BOLED ONE DOWN THE MIDDLE AND KNOCKED DOWN EIGHT HE SLIPPED ONE PAST ME THAT WAS SIMPLY GREAT THEN I TOSSED ONE THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN FAIR. HE THREW ONE THAT ANYBODY WOULD LIKE THEN I GWENT AND GOTM MYSELF A SPARE BUT HE TOSSED A CURVE BALL AND HE GOT HISSELF A STRIKE ALTHOUGH I’VE BOLED AGAINST TOUGHER MEN I REALLY CAN’T REMEMBER WHEN I WON THE GAME, BUT HE WOULDN’T ADMIT THAT HE’D DONE WRONG HE SAID, “THIS WORLD IS ROUGH … A MAN’S GGOTTA BE TOUGH AND I KNEW I WOULDN’T BE THERE TO HELP YOU ALONG SO I LEARNED YOU TO BOLE… THEN I SAID GOODBYE I KNEW YOU HAVE TO GET TOUGH OR DIE AND IT’S LEARNING TO BOLE THAT’S HELPED TO MAKE YOU STRONG.” HE SAID, “NOW YOU JUST BOLED ONE HELL OF A GAME YOU STOMPED ME GOOD BOY…FRAME BY FRAME. AN’ YOU COULD JUST KILL ME NOW… I WOULDN’T BLAME YOU IF YOU DO. BUT YOU OUGHT TO THANK ME BEFORE I DIE FOR THE GRAVEL IN YOUR GUT ’N SPIT IN YOUR EYE ‘CAUSE I’M THE SUMBITCH THAT LEARNED YOU TO BOLE…,……………………MY MY!” I GOT ALL CHOKED UP... THREW DOWN MY BALL HE CALLED ME SON… I CALLED HIM PAW. AND I COME AWAY WITH A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW. EVERY TIME I BOWL, EVERY TIME I WIN… I THINK ABOUT HIM TIME AND AGAIN AND IF I EVER HAVE A SON I THINK I’M GONNA TEACH HIM HOW TO…................................................. SHOOT POOL …DANCE IN THE BAL-LAY… ....OR PLAY PICKLE BALL…………..ANYTHING BUT BOLIN’