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JEFFREY THE FOX

The tortoise had purpose

And the hare was there

Running in races

From here to nowhere

But I am a sly fox

And I’ll see you there

Timing the paces from here to nowhere

The tortoise named Horace

A rabbit named Fred

I’m a fox named Jeffrey

Let’s put this to bed

The turtle determined

The rabbit had speed

But I have what they want

I’ve got what you need

The race started early

The tortoise the hare

I entered a bit late

The race to nowhere

One sped by me

Confident he’d already won

The other had pace like

A six shooter gun

But victorys sweet when you haven’t a care

A fox smiling thinking from here to nowhere

The race started early

The tortoise the hare

I entered a bit late

The race to nowhere

The bunny was funny we took time for beers

He wiggles his wet nose and perked up his ears

The tortoise inched by me and I didn’t win

I may not be first place but I’m his best friend

The race started early

The tortoise the hare

I entered a bit late

The race to nowhere

See Nowheres too futile

Racing everyday

With sore joints and backbones

Too old to make hay

But friends are blue ribbons

To this sly old fox

I’ll take to the backyard

In my brown cardboard box


NOT ENOUGH LOVE SONGS

There’s not enough love songs about 40-year-old women

I hope this one finds you well

All those young pop stars who sing about moms

Have records and products to sell

Well, I ain’t hawking nothing, my 401k’s awesome,

But my brain’s no longer clear as a bell.

There’s not enough love songs about 40-year-old women

So I’ve got a story to tell.

She was pretty when I met her, I won’t soon forget her,

But friend, you should see her now.

Her gray lights are curly but beautiful surely

I’m glad that I bought the cow.

She’s more fun to take out, I like eating steak out,

When she was twenty, she ate like a bird.

She’s smarter and sassy, and she doesn’t need to ask me

If I want my towels embroidered.

Her humor’s been refined by shows that have defined

The last forty years of our lives.

You’d be lucky to say hi, though she might just wave goodbye

She’s on a mission for stainless steak knives.

Her music’s stayed recent, but the nineties were decent,

Our son thinks there were dinosaurs then.

But she knows when a new star, drove a mickey mouse club car

She’d rather daydream about Paul Newman.

So I’ll boil it down here in this bridge about my dear.

Our twenties and thirties were lit.

But we’ll never be lonely, she’s my old and only

And those curves? Hey, I’m not dead yet.


DON’T DRINK ALL YOUR WHISKEY

Chorus

Don’t run out of whiskey on Sunday. Don’t drink it all on Saturday night. Don’t finish your beer till Monday, friend everything will be all right

Cowboys they love their cervezas. But liquor is quicker by far. So if you start early round noontime. They don’t drive a horse or a car.

Ladies like fruit in their cocktails. Fellas like ladies just fine. Careful though if she says no sir. That’s where we all draw the line.

I’ll have a Lone star with lime wedge. She’ll have a whiskey that’s neat. I found out that neat just means whiskey. Oh, Lady, I’m pleased we could meet.

So sober up Cowboy on Sunday.

Til Texas allows Sunday sale.

But if your thirsty after service.

You can buy a beer or an ale.

drink up young cowboy on Sunday

But wait til the choir is done

Singing just as I am yessir

You’ll be at the Saloon by one.

(But Cowboy, if you *do* drink all your whiskey…)

Maybe try coffee and orange juice for breakfast.

Perhaps drink a tonic at noon.

Have soda pop with your supper.

Monday’s gonna be here soon.

Don’t run out of whiskey on Sunday…

Don’t drink it all Saturday night.

Don’t finish your Lone Star till Monday.

Friend—everything will be all right!


I’VE STILL GOT A CRUSH

A candid Polaroid of you

Sits on the dash by my rear view

In my 13 year old faded car

we’ve come so far

We got matching tattoos and though

We sat there at the studio

Yours has a head it’s apple-like

And this is not a pipe

We don’t go out much

The cool kids at work say we’re out of touch

Compared with then I really don’t know much

But I’ve still got a crush

(I don’t mean to gush)

They say Brb and LoL

I’m sure that I should wish them well

But I wish they would go to smell

The roses

But focusing on what we’ve done

I’m happy he’s your number one

I’m second to our only son

He’s Got my nose

We don’t go out much

The cool kids at work say we’re out of touch

Compared with then I really don’t know much

But I’ve still got a crush

(I don’t mean to gush)

While we’re at each other’s throats some days

We’ll be feeding chicks and goats one day

Outside our vintage four square house we’ll say

I can’t believe we made it,

But I can because we gave it

Our best

We don’t go out much

The cool kids at work say we’re out of touch

Compared with then I really don’t know much

But I’ve still got a crush

(And yes, I meant to gush)

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