Honey put down that flyswatter

And pour me some ice water

And would you bring me my hammer

And could you find me some nails

For soon i'll be going

To work for this living

And with you here to guide me

Then i cannot fail



The morning it stumbles

Right in through the window

And this getting up early

Gets old anyway

And if you listen close dear

The crying that you hear

Is the nighttime lamenting

The start of the day



And it's hotter than concrete

In july in houston

And it'll get worse here

Before it turns nice

But old tink's in the backyard

And i swear that boy's so smart

He's got everything ready

So we'll be all right



So honey put down that flyswatter

And pour me some ice water

And though i'll soon be going

Well i haven't gone yet

So come stand here beside me

And hold my hand gently

And tell me do you remember

The first time we met


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