Julian at Ramsey Station

Well, down at Ramsey, there's a man I know

Julian's his name, he's got that steady, slow

Spinning round in that office chair

With a phone in his hand and wind in the air

Julian Lawson, he keeps that station alive

Watching buses roll, he’s got that honest drive

Most folks see him just sittin’ there

But he’s got stories and a kind of flair

He’s talkin’ on the line, rustlin’ in his seat

Always got a word, always on the beat

And every now and then, he let’s one go

A little wind blowin’ where the customers go

Oh Julian, with that easy grin

Runnin’ Ramsey, he’s in the thick and thin

Spinnin’ round, breakin’ wind, and takin’ calls

That’s the life in those old country halls

Bus arrivals come and go, folks rush and run

Julian’s still there, under that setting sun

Though he’s just sittin’ in his favorite place

He’s got that country charm, and a friendly face

Talking fast, then a gust slips free

World keeps turnin’, just like he’s meant to be

And every now and then, he flashes a grin

While that hush of wind spreads around him

Oh Julian, with that easy grin

Runnin’ Ramsey, he’s in the thick and thin

Spinnin’ round, breakin’ wind, and takin’ calls

That’s the life in those old country halls

He’s the king of his little domain

Bus station’s pride, never mislaid

Sittin’, talkin’, wind blowin’ free

That’s just Julian, livin’ his legacy

So if you find yourself in Ramsey someday

Look for Julian, he’ll show you the way

Spinning ’round, wind in the air

Country spirit, honest and rare