A song writer can’t be everything to everyone

We all travel different song lines

Searching out our destinies

But the faster that we go, the less and less that we know

About the things we see and hear and touch

Our basic humanity

Our lives are full of lame dumb ass excuses

Of why we don’t have the things, we think that we need

But what the hell was I thinking

That success would come with more drinking

And all the infomercial get rich schemes, on late night cable TV

Thank Jesus for the good times

Curse the devil for the bad times

Thank my best friend _____ for writing his songs

Thank Captain Morgan for rum shooters

And thank my girl friends with big hooters

Thank the heavens for the moon light

So I can sing my songs

The most precious things in life are hidden treasures,

The whole world is on a mad dash

To control carnal pleasures

So the best song I can write

Is to sing of love on a moonlit night

With my old guitar and a tropical drink

And my best friend _____’s wife

Thank Jesus for the good times

Curse the devil for the bad times

Thank my best friend _____ for writing his songs

Thank Captain Morgan for rum shooters

And thank the hot babes down at Hooters

Thank the tropics for the palm trees

So I can feel at home

I guess I will have to settle

For my island in my dreams, and my song under a lone, palm tree