30 Days - Rainmakers (from The Good News and the Bad News)



Thirty days has September,

April, June and County Jails.

Thirty days, maybe, I can remember

Just where I went wrong.

Just where I failed.



Warden Love, he locked me up

And he threw away the key.

And sentenced me to

Heavy thinking for thirty days.

Thirty Days.



There was a time when

I did believe that

I could recall every

Day that I had lived.

But then that joyride,

became I landslide

And I got buried

Alive in here.



I used to wake up

And face each moring.

Time was nothing

I'd ever want to kill.



But now the first day

Of every month is

Another paycheck

And a bunch of bills.



For thirty days,

I am a prisoner.

In thirty days,

I'm an escapee.



For I shall tunnel

out of all this trouble.

I shall be free in thirty days.



Well, its been a bad month my friend.

And last month was not so hot either.

The wind got knocked out of my life

And I don't want to fight.

I just want a breather.



Yeah, yeah, yeah.



Yeah, yeah, yeah.



Ah huh.

Wa huh.

Waa huh.



So God created

The Earth And Heaven

In only seven

Days they say.

And on that seventh

Day he rested,

But I heard it

Another way.



I heard that he got

Drunk and lonely,

Create Trouble,

Left town alone.

Each thirty days he

Shoots out the full moon,

Just to remind us,

We're on our own.



Thirty days has September,

And I could use a day or two.

For life's a mystery,

I shall remember.

Without a clue for thirty days.

For life's a mystery,