The One That Got Away
© 2001 Jesse Slokum
If you got the ear, I've got a story,
Here, I'll strum and pick it
It's a tune I heard upon the hiway side
Listening to the chirping of the crickets.
I've been through hell, and here I am
Nobody even took my ticket!
Can you imagine that? It's like trying to play
Croquet without those wickets!
And, I gotta go, you know, I told you so
Headed for a thousand cities
Looking for nit-ties and grit-ties
And now, I told you so, you know, I gotta go.
Now, are we really just treasure chests for our family's jewels?
Now, can you tell me, why you've changed from Camel kings to filter
Kools?
Now, can you feel me, or do we still belong to private clubs of fools?
Now, can you spell me, or must we still be taught the rules in
schools?
You picked me up off the road
You helped me carry my load
And I don't want to leave you behind
But, it's become time for me to haul away
For me to haul away, in this carriage of rhyme
Whatever you don't want to keep in your mind
You picked me up off the road
You helped me carry my load
I'm that big hook scarred fish
The one no one ever does catch
I'm that goose who lays the golden egg
The one we're waiting for to catch
I'm the open door to your secret stash
The one without a lock or latch
I'm the first Havana Cigar you've had in years,
But no one's got a match
And, I gotta go, you know, I told you so
Headed for a thousand cities
Looking for nit-ties and grit-ties
And now, I told you so, you know, I gotta go.
If you got the ear, I've got a story,
Here, I'll strum and pick it
It's a tune I heard upon the hiway side
Listening to the chirping of the crickets.
I've been through hell, and here I am
Nobody even took my ticket!
Can you imagine that? It's like trying to play
Croquet without those wickets!
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