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Lyrics
stumblin' footsteps on the ground, all drunked up like
Cooter Brown-
I can hear him make his way up the porch, the blues
in flames, a walkin' torch-
long is the night without a friend, if you don't believe me
just look at him-
so he jumped head first into the shallow end
he married my grandma in '43, then uncle Sam shipped
him off to Italy-
the 2nd war put blood on his hands, he lost his mind &
he lost his friends-
since then he ain't never been the same, & the single
-malt seems to ease the pain-
so he jumped head first into a whiskey grave
the local veterans hall help get him some land, bought
him a lumber mill in east alabam-
daddy & my uncles did the best they could, workin'
like the devil choppin' wood-
past out on the loft in the hay, cigarette burned it all away-
so he jumped head first back in the shallow end
so he moved to Texas with the oil field trash, rough neckin'
Spindletop, barely any cash-
lost my uncle in a Vietcong den, so we drove to Houston
where they flew the body-
about that time my folks had me, heard it ease my grandma
through her misery-
then he jumped head first back into 1943-
his old work trucks in the barn caked with rust, since
grandma past the place is full of dust-
it's him & single malt except for holidays, when the grand
-kids come over & there ain't nothing to say-
long is the night without a friend, if ya don't believe me
just look at him-
so he jumped head first into the shallow end
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