Nah this is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down
I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell ya how I went from redneck to a pencil pusher square
In west of Virginia born and raised
In the farmland is where I spent most of my days
Ridin’ my tractor and milkin’ them cows
And workin’ in the sun with sweat on my brow
When a couple of suits
Brought the economy down
And there weren’t no more jobs in my happy little town
I couldn’t pay one little bill and the wifey got scared
She said well now you gotta pencil push I said that just ain’t fair
So I hoped on my tractor and slugged down a beer
Walked inside the building, there was nuthin’ but queers
Well I guess I gotta stay and bring home the bacon
But this sure gonna take a whole lotta fakin’
I sat at my desk from 7 til 8
And I yelled at my soul, “Bye bye see ya later!”
I looked all around
And I just couldn’t bear
To spend my life as a pencil pusher square!
nightman1 said,
July 28, 2009 @ 7:46 pm
Looks like a good time for me to trot out that old saying by Thoreau:
“Most men live lives of quiet desperation.”
…
All these years I’ve been thinking that so many people cling to religion so intensely because it solves the problem of fear of death.
Now, after 40 years of being a worker bee, I realize that the maybe more important thing religion does is address the problem of misery in life.
Cordially,
Nightman1
nightman1 said,
August 3, 2009 @ 10:14 pm
Me again, Mr. Fellow Redneck:
Maybe you can answer the question I ask in my most recent blog post:
http://nightman1.wordpress.com/?p=912