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Hard Call to MakeScrambling off the line of scrimmageJohnny was the spit and imageof his father back in '78flag down on the seven yard linehis dad gave that ref a hard timebut it still cost their team first placeJohnny took losin' pretty badcos he caught hell from his dadit seemed nothing matters if you don't winthough that ref said it'd beena hard call to makea hard call to makeoften things we do or sayaffect us the rest of our daysit was a hard call to makeJohnny had just turned eighteenand that barkeep knew he was takinga big chance serving him alchoholJohnny worked that jug of Wild Turkeytill the old wall clock said twelve-thirtyand the barkeep was ready to yell "last call"when Johnny begged for one more drinkhe didn't know what to thinkhe'd heard the game on the radioand watching Johnny's tears...God knowsit was a hard call to makea hard call to makeoften things we do or sayaffect us the rest of our daysit was a hard call to makethe state trooper first on the scenesaw Johnny's Ford wrapped around an evergreenwhen he picked up and dialed that phonehe almost hoped no one was homeit was a hard call to makea hard call to makeoften things we do or sayaffect us the rest of our daysit was a hard call to make(c)2005 Robert George