Sometimes every once in a blue moon a song pops up in my head fully formed.  I almost can't write it down fast enough.  It's a sing-along in the old Folk tradition...Think Woody Guthrie meets John Prine.



You Should Write A Song About That



Chorus:
If I had a dollar every time someone said
You should write a song about that,
I could build me a palace like the Taj Mahal
Just to live in the cottage out back
I'd throw away caviar, ‘cause I wanted the jars,
free grocery store lobsters, hand you keys to my car
If I just had a dollar every time someone said,
You should write a song about that.

Remember the times we used to ride the rails
When the train slowed down through town
How Jim didn't manage to climb aboard
And the train just ran him on down
He was too young to die, as everyone said
And man that’s a god damn fact
Remember those days, we were crazy and wild,
You should write a song about that. 

Chorus: 

Remember when Georgie stole the election
by using his Florida palls?
They took boxes of ballots and threw them away
And left lonely Al holding the bag
We don’t know where we’re going, hardly know where we’ve been
and now Littlehands wants to go back.
I don’t play guitar, but I can hum a few bars
Hey, you should write a song about that. 

Chorus:

The seasons seem shorter, the world’s getting warmer
We're piling up mountains of trash
But only one country in the world can't see it
It’s the kids in the back of the class.
We’ve oiled the oceans, mucked up the Sound,
While the Exon Valdez knocked 'em back
If dollars were doughnuts I’d be the Maple Bar King
You should write a song about that.

Chorus:

One of these days I’ll jump in denial
And relax as I’m carried away.
Where all of the countries that I’m drifting through,
are controlled by our own CIA.
Where the drones in the sky are just up there to fly,
and aren’t looking for things to attack.
Where more than ten years of war finally head for the door
Yeah, you should write a song about that.

 Chorus:


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