Tight To The Jar - Kelly Joe Phelps

Tight To The Jar - Kelly Joe Phelps
It's a ditch okay
I have shoes and a blanket
My head resting light on a stone
Though it's hard it's still rounded with a pocket for Brains
Or what goes for in halls under roof tile
We'll sing another blistering ballad for grandma
Melody sweet till it rolls out the ears
And the beer flows free as advice
With a tight hand holding the jar
With a tight hand holding the jar
The mud cakes my chin strap
Fills up my cuffs
As I plod now from creek edge to street side
As it dries I can whittle it little by little
Hey look now I'm light as a bee
Those gray clouds mean nothing to one such as I
Though shadows stand tall as some school master whack
On the back of a well intentioned quiet kid
Arms held fast to the jar
Arms held fast to the jar
And it's slow
Slow the idea
The coming around of a sensible word
It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing
At the end of a long hot year
At the end of a long hot year
Fry up that supper
We'll kill it for breakfast
Turn the table down side and crazy
With the legs up
The women up
The men up to Church for the spirit
The hen yard the bent steel Tack wrap
It's a ditch yeah I know that
And I do wonder
How that bright faced
Ten year old me of a boy
Found the road out I never could see
With my eyes held tight to the jar
My eyes held tight to the jar
And it's slow
Slow the idea
The coming around of a sensible word
It hovers and shakes like a hummingbird wing
At the end of a long hot year
At the end of a long hot year
At the end of a long hot year