You Get the Song You Deserve

[couchgrouch]

You Get the Song You DeserveTossed my thrift-shop Gibson, in my old hotrodthe moon hung over the two-lane, like a bulb above a cotI'd fought with my father, over stayin' one more yearthinking back on my bruises, they hurt less than his lone tearafter sev'ral miles, I hit the dialturned the oldies station onand I heard my fate, when the DJ played"It's My Life and I'll Do What I Want"cos you get the song you deserveyou get the song you deservelate August in Memphis, got a gig on Bourbon St.where magic and music, hovered in the heatthat gal was waitin' tables, while I played guitarbut somehow she was list'ning, from a corner of her heartI played two shows, the tavern closedand we went walking alonethat river breeze, down darkened streetsblew a sultry saxophonecos you get the song you deservemost of man's, best laid plans, are left to chancebut the greatest songs, are born beyondso you get the song you deservethough independence matters, when you're young and strongin time you learn it's fam'ly, where we all belongwhen I got mother's phone call, I grabbed my old guitarmy wife and I drove all night, to that one-cow farmI stood alone, by daddy's stonesilently with my six-stringthen with sad blue notes, regrets I'd never spokeI was somehow able to singcos you get the song you deservemost of man's, best laid plans, are left to chancebut the greatest songs, are born beyondso you get the song you deserve(c)2005 Robert George