Recent Songs: Three or Four Times

Three or Four Times


Heard you been seeing a parsley boy
Kind you leave at the edge of your plate
While I big talked about a pot of gold
The trick to catch it ’s not to chase
Yeah, so I got old – died three or four times
They never said how long to wait

I took a back road south
Tripped on a cottonmouth
Had me a sit
And half a mind to stay

You try to save the world with pamphlets
He tries to live out of his hat
You say these things about love and no limits
But I don’t trust your math
Girl – you ran away from D.C. three or four times
So, why the hell ya moving back?

I’ll call your kettle black
Got me a crayon map
If I could serve lips
I’d kiss time on its face

You’re buttoning up some changing
Took a hammer to a wrought-iron frown
Swore you weren’t going back to Oak Heart
‘Til you could see the higher ground
Man, all this talk about straightening out
Me, I’d rather ride the river down

I took a back road south
Tripped on a cottonmouth
Had me a sit
And half a mind to stay

Momma knew bootleggers
Said – can’t be a cowboy without a cow
Then took her books to the top of the wall
And threw Easter eggs at the crowd
She said – you want to know the true story of my life?
Try askin’ someone it weren’t about

I called your kettle black
Me and my crayon map
Still, if I could serve lips
I’d kiss time on its smug face

I took a back road south
Tripped on a cottonmouth
Had me a sit
And half a mind to stay


April 14, 2016