Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet And the waiter's face turned kinda white. Well, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin He said: "Naw, this happens every now and then Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago. At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down There was a bus load of kids, comin' from town And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheel. Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line For Big Joe and phantom 309 But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride Here, have another cup and forget about the dime Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!"
He said: “When you get home, she’ll start to cry.
When she says: ‘I’m sorry,’ say: ‘So am I.’
An’ look into those eyes, so deep in love,
An’ drink it up.
‘cause that’s the good stuff.
That’s the good stuff.”
He can’t remember
The times that he thought
Does my daddy love me?
That didn’t stop him
From wishing that he did
Didn’t keep him from wanting
Or worshipping him
He grew to hate him for what he had done
‘cause what kind of father
Could do that to his son?
He said ‘damn you daddy’
The day that he died
The man didn’t blink
But the little boy cried
‘forgive me father’
When he realized
That he hadn’t been unloved
Or alone all his life
His arms were stretched out
As far as they’d go
Nailed to the cross
For the whole world to know
I love you this much
And i’m waiting on you
To make up your mind
Do you love me too?
How ever long it takes
I’m never giving up no matter what
I love you this much
Heaven knows that I ain’t perfect
Yeah I’ve raised a little Cain
And I plan to raise a whole lot more
Before I hear them angels sing
It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails
And it’s worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain’t for sale
The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell
He bought it new out of a Sears & Roebuck catalog
And it shot a many shell over the top of an old bird dog
And it backed a burglar down when grandma took the safety off
It’s just a double barrel 12
The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell
It wouldn’t mean what it means to me to no one
I can hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
“A gun’s like a woman, son it’s all how you hold her”
He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
And one of these days I’ll pass it on to my son
You still swear Roosevelt was the best.
That a home grown tomato tastes better than the rest and, fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love.
Well this life I’ve chose is gettin’ busy now but I know where to go when I need to slow down and when I walk up on your front porch;
It’s just like I’m still young.
Grandpa, you stood so tall,
Chewed that Red Man wore overalls.
You were the same man on Sunday morning as Saturday night.
You were five foot six to the top of your hat but, when you talked about the war I thought you were superman.
American born simple man with a southern drawl.
You walk the walk, talk the talk, Grandpa.
Yeah, American born a dirt road man with that slow southern drawl.
Now keep walkin’ the walk and talkin’ the talk, Grandpa.
He said “the Radiator leaks,
And the timing-belt is worn,
But the Heart and Soul of this old beat up truck,
Is The Dashboard.”
“It’s seen alot of tan legs,
Got a kick ass radio
Heard alot of singing along with some country songs, and rock and roll.
Got a .38 bullet hole, courtesy of Kate Tillman’s dad,
Alot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photo graphs.”
He said “If I don’t come back,
You can have this Ford,
Just tape a picture of me, on the Dashboard.”
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers
“Don’t cry for me, I’ll see you all someday”
He looks up and says
“I can see God’s face”
This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
This was just a stop on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know
This was my temporary home
She feels like Carolina, looks like California
Shinin like those New York lights on Broadway
When she looks back I’m behind her
I’ll always be there for her
She makes me feel like home’s not so far away
Yeah she feels like Carolina
Troubled soul, all alone
I can feel your sadness
The heartache and madess
Are hittin hard tonight
You’re cornered up and hunkered down
The walls are tall around you
For anyone to break through
It’s gonna be a fight
Bring it on, bring it on
All your heartache and frustration
You’ve been done wrong too long
And I’m strong enough to change it
Maybe in time, we’ll turn water into wine
Maybe love is what we’ll find
Bring it on