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:: The Rub ::

I know how much you hate to get up in the mornin'
But, somebody's gotta make a move
There's a parking lot full of police outside
And they all 'axed' for you...

He said, "I might mislead ya' but I wouldn't never lie to ya."
And I said, "Well hell, that's the way it oughta be."
He said, "I never shot him, he shot himself,
While he was shootin' at me."

There's a pitchfork stickin' through the roof of the car
And both the headlights are busted out
Now these people say they saw you runnin' away
He said, "Hell, I was just goin' for help."

I hope somebody's writin' this down
Let's get our story straight, boys, 'fore we get back to town
My guess is, he just went insane...
Tried to swim away with too much change.

The Doctor said, "I can fix that for ya, but it's gonna be a while,
So just go on and take a seat...
Try not to bleed on the carpet and, pull the door shut when you leave."

A singer-songwriter-massage-therapist-friend of mine said,
"Y'all might be needin' a little help...
I'll drive your truck, but I don't lift nothin'
And I room all by myself."

I hope somebody's writin' this down
Let's get our story straight, boys, 'fore we get back to town
Now all y'all witnessed what I said he done
I hope he makes bail...

I love it when they run.