Country Music

I'm proud to admit I love country. Not the watered-down Nashville hokum of Tug McGraw's kid, Tim, and the rest of that ilk, but the real roots variety. So, occasionally, I dip my pen into the country well and write a sad song. I wrote these lyrics a while back, after leaving another dead-end kitchen job. I wish Steve Earle (pictured) or Hank III would record the sucker. Ha, ha! Not that Earle is actually authentic roots...I don't know what he is, but I like his sound. Hank's just proof that sometimes the DNA strings stretch through infinity.



The Ballad of the Old Cafe

Verse

You don't want to work the grill in the Old Cafe,
There are better ways to spend your days.
The good old days will soon slip you past,
and a job like that it just won't last.

Chorus

There are better things to do.
Pick a job that is a better you.
Take time to catch a simple clue.
Don't do things that make you feel too blue.

Verse

If you cook something up, it should be real good.
Cook enough to feed the whole damn neighborhood.
Serve it one time with a real fine wine.
Just don't spend your whole life on the cookin' line.

Repeat Chorus

Verse

The Old Cafe will be the end of your time.
Let it and you will turn hard to crime.
You'll never have money or get very far,
Except to spend your pennies in the next door bar.

Repeat Chorus

Pretty damn sad, isn't it? Well, it would be if you put enough drawl into it.

TS