Few Folks Know Whom They’ve Sponsored And Those Sponsored Don’t Know Them

Not many moms and dads walk around buck naked or spend time showing off fancy new sexual positions for their kid-lings.

Those same love professing ancestors can also be pretty hush hush about their peculiar

Lives and don’t often consult offspring at all about mounting debts, personal

Failings or broken dreams. Hail, they could be carting several undisclosed

Criminal misdeeds or dreadfully exaggerated sins which have

Heretofore gone unpunished and maybe an affair or

That nasty business that went down in Vegas

with whats-her-name’s grandfather. Yep,

When a person pauses to consider it

We likely know our parents a lot

Less than we think we do and

If the truth be known they

Even understand less

About their children.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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The Be Good Tanyas – Waiting Around To Die

Sometimes I don’t know where
This dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I can’t even see the reason why
I guess I keep a-gamblin’
Lots of booze and lots of ramblin’
It’s easier than just waitin’ around to die

One time, friends, I had a ma
I even had a pa
He beat her with a belt once ’cause she cried
She told him to take care of me
Headed down to Tennessee
It’s easier than just waitin’ around to die

I came of age and I found a girl
In a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and hit in on the sly
I tried to kill the pain, bought some wine
And hopped a train
Seemed easier than just waitin’ around to die

A friend said he knew
Where some easy money was
We robbed a man, and brother did we fly
The posse caught up with me
And drug me back to Muskogee
It’s two long years I’ve been waitin’ around to die

Now I’m out of prison
I got me a friend at last
He don’t drink or steal or cheat or lie
His name’s Codine
He’s the nicest thing I’ve seen
Together we’re gonna wait around and die
Together we’re gonna wait around and die

Lyrics courtesy: http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/t/thebegoodtanyas25960/waitingaroundtodie1100267.html