Last year seemed to accelerate the rise of stupidity across the land. And you know what they say: You can’t fix stupid.
But you can write a song about it.
(You should know, I don’t like or write or perform partisan songs. Besides, stupidity isn’t limited to politics, it just seems that way.)
This is my first “anthem” song, and it was written to be sung publicly with audience participation.
The first time I played it out at Smith’s Olde Bar, with several of y’all in attendance, the response was fantastic; just what I had hoped for.
If you want to sing along, the instructions are as follows:
When I sing “It ain’t right,” you echo it with a shout back: “it ain’t right.”
The above is just me and my guitar.
It Ain’t Right (to be so wrong)
It ain’t right, to be so wrong (x3)
it ain’t right.
He told her he’d love her til the end of time
But their time ended with the wink of an eye
Now he’s rolling around with her best friend
That’s way beyond any forgive and forget,
Pops bought a gun cause he’d had enough
Then some punk ass called his bluff
Now that’s child’s deader than hell
And that old man’s heading straight to jail
Too many shots with too many strangers
Too many nights and with too many sailors
she still thinks if she smiles real pretty
the right man’s gonna come take her out of this misery
you work real hard every chance you get
but you ain’t got shit to show for it
you’re part of the American plan
there always a job in Afghanistan
In Colorado you can buy it in a store
And there the farmers are in on the score
But in the South preachers rail against grass
And if you smoke it in Georgia, they gonna nail your ass.