Jude Rockett

VI

Fishing with my Pa Paw
Back in 72’
Under a big Texas sky
That sun a shinin’ right through

Onto Me

VII

Paw’s twisted ole’ fingers
Held a spent cigarette
As he baited my crawler
Runnin’ out of breathe

He say:

Chorus

You gotta’ love one another
To get the story straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too damn late

Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by

VIII

Two years later Pa Paw passed away
I stood like a big boy right over his grave
Remembering what he say

To me ...


Chorus

You gotta’ love one another
To get the story damn straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too late

Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by


Bridge

But it fades into the glory
Just like all the other stories
And all the other them there lines
Somewhere out there
Somewhere in time

I want him back.


Chorus

You gotta’ love one another
To get the story damn straight
And forgive a bad deed
Before it’s too late

Cause’ whatever they tell ya’
Time ain’t always on your side
It lives here and there
In the sweet by and by

VI

Well, I finished my shift
At a quarter past six
The sun already a coming up

Of course I’m running late
For a real hot date
Double timed it to my truck

VII

Took a short cut home
Route ‘71
Past Jamestown Reservoir

Lit another cigarette
Hit a pot hole
Holy Shit!

Then on came the radio ...

Chorus

We got our Tennessee Waltz
For a Knoxville tart
A dash of Fentress County
Where you broke my damn heart

The bands all here
Frank is holdin’ down the drums
You-know-who’s on that steel guitar
And Hester? You can really hear her hum!

VII

Down the dirt drive
Spied ya’ through a’ wooden blind
God’s little fallen angel a given to me

But there’s something you should know
No need to put on a show
No. Not here in Tenneesee

Chorus

We got our Tennessee Waltz
For a Knoxville tart
A dash of Fentress County
Where you broke my damn heart

The bands all here
Frank his holdin’ down the drums
You know who’s on the steel guitar
And Hester? Can you hear her hum?

VI

I’ve been feeling rather low these days
Drinking down this heart of Jack
Seems nothing less than 80 proof
Keeps the monkey off this back

VII

Age is just a number, right?
And everything’ll turn out fine?
Just bend your knee and ask Him please
Is what they tell me all the time

Pre-Chorus

But when I wake each sunny mornin’
And look into that busted mirror
I salute your old ghost
Then raise up a toast
For the words I’s a gonna’ hear:

Chorus

You gotta’ shave that beard
Go wash your darn hair
Kick the living bejesus
Out of your derriere
Smack yo’ self silly
And brush them damn teeth
Cause’ you ain’t getting pity
From a ghost like me

VIII

Alright there Casper
Dear my love
I’ve had as much as I can take
Cause you’re pushing me onto that Wild Turkey
And that Linda Lou across the lake

Bridge

I may not be Brad Pitts or even Ron Jeremy
But I can dress a whitetail deer
And slam a 40oz beer
Faster than…
Hey, what’s that you’re sayin?
Ah, Hell no!

Chorus

You gotta’ shave that beard
Go wash your darn hair
Kick the living bejesus
Out of your derriere
Smack yo’ self silly
And brush them damn teeth
Cause’ you ain’t getting pity
From a ghost like me

Verse I

I drove my dad’s ‘58 out to Bonnie Beats
A gold 318 with three on the tree
I smelled that chicken steak from a mile away!
Put the Fury in a hurry, and I gave pops a wave

Verse II

Eggs over easy
Texas toast on the side
45 on the speedo
Got my hair piled high
Let’s go!

[Guitar Break]

Commando!
Something just ain’t right!
Can you please shed some light?
Oh, pretty please?
Cause I believe
I am a stupefied!

Verse III

Well, I salute you sir, but it is getting late
They stop serving them biscuits at a quarter to 8
Commando? You’re just much too slow!
Come on golden boy. Let’s go go go!
Commando is this is a joke?

[Outro / Semi-Spoken]

Why you want to hurt me like that?
You got a 318!
Ain’t you supposed to be mean?

You hurt me real bad
And my tummy is sad
Can you hear it crying?
Move your big ass wheel down and listen
That ain’t yo ignition!

Verse I

Well I’ve been driving here
Done drunk too many beers
Thinking bout’ you and me

Just how far we come
And the things we done done
In this thing called “our history.”

Verse II

Now, you can cry if you want
But honey this dog don’t hunt
Cause’ he heard it a thousand times

He got a paw to the floor
Say he can’t take it no more!
His fur is flying
And he’s feeling fine

Chorus

You know I’m gonna’ be there
But you’ll never ever be the one
Cause that seven-year itch
Well, she’s a son-of-a bitch
And I’m a gun lovin’ son-of-a nun!

Verse III

Now listen, Honey
If it were up to me
I’d buy ya’ a big diamond ring
But baby we three
And now a big oak tree!
Her Bada boom got your Bada bing!

Pre-Chorus

Lord now dear
Don’t ya’ shed a damn tear
You done heard all my BS before
Just run as fast you can
Cause' I’s a mean old man
But my heart is still a’ pretty tore!


Chorus

But you know I’m gonna’ be there
No. You’ll never ever be the one
Cause that seven-year itch
Well, she’s a son-of-a bitch
And I’m a gun lovin’ son-of-a nun!

Bridge

I tell you, I’m a fool for you
I'm just never gonna' be
Your Jeremiah Johnson
Don't you know that ain't me?
It's time to make a final stand
Got find a better man
And set this old bird dog free

Chorus

I say I’m gonna’ be there
But you’ll never ever be the one
Cause that seven-year itch
Well, she’s a son-of-a bitch
And I’m a gun lovin’ son-of-a nun!

VI

There’s something
In the way she move
Keisha, her lips
So black
So blue
So wet
So right
She got me damned hyped
Fist full of love
Got my flow real tight
I’m blue
Verse two
For you … Sincere
Who love you dear?
So ugh!

VII

Okay, Ma!
Órale ya’
It’s your Ta Ta
Yo’ fade already
Piano be like
Jason verses Freddy
Now Keisha
Yo’
She want her Teddy

Let’s talk about Buns
Cause ya’ know he loved you hunz
DMX
Rest in Peace, playa’
One
… until later

CHORUS

Cause’ everything’s blue
Thanks for everything’s blue
You know we Two Wong Fu
I got your IOU
Okay, verse three
Everybody, put your hands up!



VIII

He talk to angels
Yeah the blue ones
And Elvis too
Says they havin’ fun
Chuck D
Public Enemy number one?
Guess the bands on the run
“Oh yeah!”
“Thank ya’ very much.”

CHORUS

Cause’ everything’s blue
Yeah’ everything’s blue
Now we under them sheets
With your IOU

OUTRO

I be lovin’ those thighs
Got a fifty-shade high
For to pluck out my eye?
Say Matt in 29
Come straight off the vine
Like agua azul en vino
Middle finger to Pa Pa out in Chino
Your caveman’s Encino
She make a’ my dream yo’
She make it blue
No goodbyes
Only love, Boo