Worth Every Minute

[good4somethingbum]

Worth Every MinuteI ordered up a whiskey, got me a Miller, tooTryin’ to kill the pain of, sittin’ on that stoolThis biker grabbed some beer nuts, started talkin’ kinda loudWhen He yelled, “crank the jukebox”, I asked why he hadda shoutHe said, “son, I saw Led Zep, back in ‘77Front row for Page’s solo, in Stairway to Heaven”Well, that biker had long hair, with just a touch of greyHe pulled it back and showed me, a tiny hearing aidand said, “it’s worth every minuteYou gotta push it to the limitLife’s a game and if you don’t playYou won’t win itAnd why bother if you ain’t in it for the thrillSure it cost me but hellIt was worth every minute”Some cowboy told a story, with a click in his jawWith ev’ry word he whistled, through missing teeth when he talkedSaid he’d won buckles n ribbons, that bull ridin’ can’t be beatWhen he tapped the plate in his head, I wasn’t sure I agreedWhen he said…chorusI shifted on my stool and, told a story of my ownLast week I met a wild chick, with a mean ol’ hen back homeWe were parked up at the Point, in backa my ChevroletLawd, her nails cut as deep, as a butcher’s bladeThen folks began to scatter, she ran and cops were calledCos that sweet thing’s crazy mama, shot up my car with rock saltThough I took some hits, in my shoulder, arm and kneeHer wild daughter’s scratches, were still killin’ my left cheekBut…it was worth every minute©2007 Robert George