James Broussard was raised by his grandpa, Mike Broussard, and his second wife MaeAnn (see song “James“).  The reason being that James’ mother, Rosalie, had him when she was sixteen (see song “Jenny or James“) and after three years couldn’t meet the obligation and dropped him off at her father’s house.  Rosalie would spend the rest of her life running from attachments and responsibility (see songs “What Tully’s Done” and “Rosalie“).

For a while, James’ only real respite from the pain of being abandoned by his mother was playing catch with his grandpa in the backyard.


The month of April breaks my heart
There’s a good reason why it does
It’s the gravel crunch of Grandpa’s car
And him telling me to get the gloves

While MaeAnn got the table set
We’d go outside till it got too dark
But the thing that I remember best
Is walking in his shadow to the backyard

And we would play catch
In the soft glow of the sunset
And hardly say a word
The only sound you heard
Was the plop and the slap that’s catch

That was that until one year
The summer I turned thirteen
He’d come home but I’d disappear
Prob’ly hurt him but he didn’t say a thing

I bet those gloves are still tied up
But the oil’s dry and the leather’s hard
Today I’d trade everything I’ve got
Just to see Grandpa standing in the yard

And we would play catch …

© 2018 Frank David Leone, Jr./Electric Mule/Warner Music (BMI)

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