Post by Cornflake on Apr 26, 2008 10:29:19 GMT -5
I've been fooling around with this one for a week and a half. The verses are twelve-bar blues but to a rock beat.
Texaco and Exxon have issued a decree
If wages rise a dollar, gas must rise by three
A saner man might get discouraged here
Me, I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
The left is really scary, the right is even worse
Except for when the wind blows and then it’s the reverse
But there's a way to make them disappear
I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
[Bridge] I’ve lost the simple faith that I started with
They say the Firth of Forth really came in fifth
Pluto isn’t there, John Wayne is a myth
Songs are puffs of air
It seems the more I learn the less I really know
I reached less than nothing a thousand thoughts ago
But when you're clueless everything is clear
So I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
[Instrumental verse]
My retirement savings might last a month or two
Then the market hiccups—a week will have to do
But that’s okay, I think the end is near
So I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
[Bridge] Lately I’ve been aching in my back and my knee
And neither one is still under warranty
My doctor says insurance doesn’t cover me
For injury, disease or pain
I’m living at the edges the way the Hopis do
The old world has vanished, I’m baffled by the new
But I won't shrink in the face of fear
I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
I’ll take it one chord at a time
Texaco and Exxon have issued a decree
If wages rise a dollar, gas must rise by three
A saner man might get discouraged here
Me, I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
The left is really scary, the right is even worse
Except for when the wind blows and then it’s the reverse
But there's a way to make them disappear
I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
[Bridge] I’ve lost the simple faith that I started with
They say the Firth of Forth really came in fifth
Pluto isn’t there, John Wayne is a myth
Songs are puffs of air
It seems the more I learn the less I really know
I reached less than nothing a thousand thoughts ago
But when you're clueless everything is clear
So I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
[Instrumental verse]
My retirement savings might last a month or two
Then the market hiccups—a week will have to do
But that’s okay, I think the end is near
So I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
[Bridge] Lately I’ve been aching in my back and my knee
And neither one is still under warranty
My doctor says insurance doesn’t cover me
For injury, disease or pain
I’m living at the edges the way the Hopis do
The old world has vanished, I’m baffled by the new
But I won't shrink in the face of fear
I’ll sing another song and have myself another beer
I’ll take it one chord at a time
