Time Marches On
Tracy Lawrence
Sister cries out, from her baby bed.
Brother runs in with feathers on his head.
Mama's in her room learnin how to sew.
Daddy's drinkin beer listenen to the radio.
Hank Williams sings Kaw-Liga and Dear John
Time marches on, time marches on.
Sister's using rouge and clear complection soap.
Brother's wearin beads and he smokes alot of dope.
Mama is depressed barely makes a sound.
Daddy's got a girlfriend in another town.
Bob Dylan sings like a Rolling Stone.
Time marches on, time marches on.
South moves north, North moves south
A star is born, a star burns out.
the only thing that stays the same is everything
changes, everything changes.
Sister calls herself a sexy grandma.
Brother's on a diet for high cholesterol.
Mama's out of touch with reality.
Daddy's in the ground beneath the maple tree.
As the Angles sing an old Hank Williams song.
Time marches on, time marches on. Time marches on, time
marches on. Time marches on. Time marches on.
3 comments:
Have you figured out who I am yet? Can we still be friends even though I own a good thirty pairs of shoes?
Well, I know you solely through Marissa's post on you. Would you like to fill out a friendship survey? Wait...you aren't that low-down-dirty-rotten Guest Speaker #1, are you?
No, way, she's just running distractions. Everyone knows that the guest speaker #1 is April.
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