Better Days

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Sunday, April 03, 2005

Take Care Of Your Soul

better days

BETTER TAKE CARE OF YOUR SOUL

Know you can’t hoodwink
The taunt of your instinct
Is stronger than you think
Blacker than black ink
A mystery you can’t control
Nature’s got forces
For spookin’ your horses
Rivers change courses
Ol’ Thomas Moore says
Your bones’ll end up in a hole
Better take care of your soul, boy
Better take care of your soul

Sky King and Roy Rogers
The old trolley Dodgers
Curmudgeons and codgers
Even the odd years
Add to what you can’t postpone
From plateaux to canyons
Birch trees to banyens
Cry over onions
My dear companions
A long road don't always lead home
Look down and you end up alone

Elvis, The Killer
John Cash, Roger Miller
Mickey and Billy
Waylon and Willie
I filled up until I was full
Still I keep turnin'
A pirouette, learnin’
The beast and the burden
I can't get a word in
I push and they tell me to pull
Better take care of your soul, boy
Better take care of your soul

Six o’clock lunches
No pullin’ punches
Playing your hunches
The best come in bunches
Bet what you’re ready to lose
It only gets funny
When you’re out of money
Lemon and honey
And keep on the sunny
You’ll live, boy, it’s only a bruise
And suffering never was news

That ol' cucaracha
Jumped up and gotcha
Soda and scotcha
Ain't askin' a lotcha
Got hot and went out of control
God never praised you
He saw you and raised you
The hand that he draws to
Has given you cause to
Pause and remember your goal
Better take of your soul, boy
Better take care of your soul

Ants on a jam jar
Zeus juice and black tar
Asleep in an old car
A girl on a guitar
Catgut and what did you say?
Hound dogs and great balls
Heaven, hello walls
Road kings and long talls
Hit songs and pitfalls
I can't find the station today
There's a tune I was hoping they'd play

No, you can't hoodwink
The wisdom of instinct
Is stronger than you think
Blacker than black ink
A mystery you can’t control
Nature’s got forces
For spookin’ your horses
Rivers change courses
And ol’ Thomas Moore says
Your bones’ll end up in a hole
Better take care of your soul, boy
Better take care of your soul

DL

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