The One That Got Away© 2001 Jesse SlokumIf you got the ear, I've got a story, Here, I'll strum and pick it It's a tune I heard upon the hiway side Listening to the chirping of the crickets. I've been through hell, and here I am Nobody even took my ticket! Can you imagine that? It's like trying to play Croquet without those wickets! And, I gotta go, you know, I told you so Headed for a thousand cities Looking for nit-ties and grit-ties And now, I told you so, you know, I gotta go. Now, are we really just treasure chests for our family's jewels? Now, can you tell me, why you've changed from Camel kings to filter Kools? Now, can you feel me, or do we still belong to private clubs of fools? Now, can you spell me, or must we still be taught the rules in schools? You picked me up off the road You helped me carry my load And I don't want to leave you behind But, it's become time for me to haul away For me to haul away, in this carriage of rhyme Whatever you don't want to keep in your mind You picked me up off the road You helped me carry my load I'm that big hook scarred fish The one no one ever does catch I'm that goose who lays the golden egg The one we're waiting for to catch I'm the open door to your secret stash The one without a lock or latch I'm the first Havana Cigar you've had in years, But no one's got a match And, I gotta go, you know, I told you so Headed for a thousand cities Looking for nit-ties and grit-ties And now, I told you so, you know, I gotta go. If you got the ear, I've got a story, Here, I'll strum and pick it It's a tune I heard upon the hiway side Listening to the chirping of the crickets. I've been through hell, and here I am Nobody even took my ticket! Can you imagine that? It's like trying to play Croquet without those wickets! To Song Menu! |