Ronnie Milsap’s “Almost Like a Song” began to play, and Jackson Ledbetter touched my arm
Talk about a tear-jerking ode to lost love.
Mary sang with such sweetness and clarity, you’d think she’d been performing her entire life. Even her mom and dad seemed a little starstruck by their little girl’s abilities. By the time she finished the first chorus, I was in tears, the words tearing away at me. I could so easily picture Jackson Ledbetter feeling and saying all those words.
I wiped miserably at my eyes, overcome with emotion.
Damn Jackson Ledbetter to hell.
Mary finished, took her bows, but the crowd was not ready to let her go.
“Guess what, y’all?” Mary said. “My Uncle Wiley knows a thing or two about singing.”
I stared up at the stage in sudden horror.
“Y’all want to hear my Uncle Wiley sing?”
There was loud agreement. Indeed they did.
“We used to do a wicked version of ‘If the World Had a Front Porch.’ Y’all remember that song?”