Ya'd not listen t' th' Ol Man
East of Eden
- Ya'd not listen t' th' Ol Man,
Ya' hit the road, just like the rest;
Ya thought ya'self cool, ya's th' main man,
Time y' turned around 'n headed back west.
Turn around, turn around, turn and go west,
Turn around, turn around, Home was allas best.
- Ya grabbed ya'self some dough,
Nothin' t' hold ya' down;
Joyin' all the highs, 'n' hatin all the lows,
Man, how'd ya' get be, such a clown?
- Now ya' ain't riding so high,
Ya' look in the mirror and ya' look around;
Worn out, burned out, and ready to die,
Down to zero, yeah man, down t' the ground.
- Ya' Nikes of all gone, ya've had ya' fill,
Ya'se the one, gonna be the boss;
Now ya're lookin inta the swill,
Ain't no profit, it's all just loss.
- As ya' hit the curve,
Seems like a long way home;
Steelin ya soul 'n' holding ya nerve,
Ol Man's waitin, just gotta keep on goin'.
- Ya' thought it was all over, ya'd never get back,
Facin the music and takin the rap;
Now ya're cruisin, ya're right on track;
Where ya' allas belonged, in ya're Fathers' lap.
© James R. Hamilton - Written Friday, 27th June, 2003
