Rosalie Broussard was a restless girl from a very young age. She would often wander off, not telling her parents anything, causing them to worry. Rosalie was precocious, sexually mature for her age. She got herself pregnant before she was sixteen and decided to have the baby, a boy, whom she chose to name James (b. 1985).
Rosalie married Tully Tate, and they went to live in Bellamy, Alabama, leaving James behind with Rosalie’s father. Rosalie and Tully had twin girls a few years later.
Throughout these early years of her marriage, Rosalie would run off from time to time, forcing Tully to find her and bring her back, only to run off again a few weeks later.
Finally, Tully just gave up on her and let Rosalie run.
LET HER RUN (F.D. Leone, Jr.) Rosalie Broussard just turned sixteen She likes movie magazines Spends hours in her room alone But Rosalie’s barely hanging on She hasn’t told her parents yet Robert Abbott said it’s either him or it Under her pillow there’s a list of names She circled in red Jenny and James Tully Tate drove a log truck From Hosston to Bastrop Rosalie met Tully one Friday night For once everything felt just right Tully was from Alabama He and Rosalie left Louisiana Got in his truck and drove all night After leaving James with her daddy Mike Rosalie’s restless as it gets dark Listening to the wind outside and a dog bark She’s stir crazy in that little town Bellamy, Alabama’s all shut down Tully works at the WestRock paper plant Rosalie’ll wander off when she feels trapped Leaving eggs frying in the pan Tully just can’t understand Rosalie don’t know why she has to roam Tully always found her and brought her home Later she hates the harm she’s done One day Tully’s just gonna let her run © 2020 Frank David Leone, Jr./Highway 80 Music (ASCAP). The songs and stories on the Highway 80 Stories website are works of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.