Stevie Joe Lays 'Em Down

Peeks of sun pop through now and then
To remind me of summers past
I sit and wonder exactly when
I'll get my Zebco to spin and cast

Junior's on another bender
Jimmy's turning up the Fender
Dickie's howling at the moon
They're all shoutin' a Neil Young tune

Even in my Vicodin haze
I feel the tug on my collar
Time to bust out of this daze
Spring is coming to Junebug Holler

Let me tell you son
I'm not the only one
My heels are dug in deep
We're gonna outlast this creep

We're rolling out the grill
Popping open some brews
Looking forward still
To word of the good news

Even in my Vicodin haze
I feel the tug on my collar
Time to bust out of this daze
Spring is coming to Junebug Holler

Like the Cubs say, "Wait till next year!"
The President is done after that
Pastor Luke grabs a beer
And says, "I'll drink to that!

The audacity of hope
Is what Obama thinks
Some water and some soap
For Junior 'cause he stinks

Even in my Vicodin haze
I feel the tug on my collar
Time to bust out of this daze
Spring is coming to Junebug Holler

Word,
Stevie Joe Parker