After I'm Done Singing© 2001 Jesse SlokumI am the apple that rolled the furthest From the family tree Besides the scrapple, All I'm living for Is here in front of me. Fathers tell their daughters I am forbidden fruit Gamblers call me the joker, I don't fit any other suit! And there are times I feel like a tired old engine Hauling a trainload of Yesterday's sorrow. That's just when I remember my good times Shine through the night like a head-light until tomorrow Still, town after town turns 'round corners. leaving you alone With nothing left, except your soul, to save... As one by one the aging children of the road become names in stone Mute letters screaming over an early grave. I am the apple that rolled the furthest From the family tree Besides the scrapple, All I'm living for Is here in front of me. Fathers tell their daughters I am forbidden fruit Gamblers call me the joker, I don't fit any other suit! High noon finds me out in the market square Take a few moments, if the time is ripe... In these few notes of song, there's something to share. As I try to be FREE from the vinyl factory and the hype. Don't treat me like a snake in the grass As if we still have a paradise to lose Don't leave me standing here as you pass You can sing with me and give me a hand if you choose I am the apple that rolled the furthest From the family tree Besides the scrapple, All I'm living for Is here in front of me. |