Wanted to write a country tune and it evolved into a tribute to my dad. Thanks, Pop!
'Bout mid way through I realized I was writing this about my father. Or, rather, it wrote itself. And that's all I can describe about the creative process.
(I Just Can't Believe That They're)
Payin' Me for This
I. My daddy sat me down and told me
"Life and its enjoyment is
More or less a matter of
What matters most to you.
So with a little luck and love and
Diversified employment and an
Attitude of gratitude
You'll keep on pushin through, son!"
Chorus: He always knew deep down inside there's
More to life than makin' money.
(He) Always had to sing a song or two.
By workin' hard he made me see that
Happiness, well, it's up to me. So
I just can't believe that they're payin' me for this.
II. He never shied away from any honest day of workin',
From truckin' cross the country to
Layin' bricks to haulin' hogs.
He knew to get the pay he had to
Play the game to git it.
So he worked like hell but he'd
Never sell his soul to any job.
('Cuz)...repeat chorus
Bridge: "Keep your head" is what the old man said.
"And to thine own self be true.
"And you just might live the
Way you want to live. (ahem)
If you got the right kinda woman, that is."
Copyright 2008 by D.C.Hal