A Story

Now, sit right back, and hear a tale. A tale of a fateful trip. That started from a tropic port, aboard a tiny ship. They were four men, who lived together, but they were all alone.

They’d sing, “Fish don’t fry in the kitchen, beans don’t burn on the grill, took a whole lot of trying’, just to get up that hill.”

She was bringing up three very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, like their mother. The youngest one in curls. They got tired of packing and unpacking, town to town, and up and down the dial.

‘Til the one day when the lady met this fellow. And they knew it was much more than a hunch. He said, “Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. Taking a break from all your worries sure would help a lot.”

The guys promised they were good old boys. Never meaning no harm. They were creepy and kooky. Mysterious and kooky. All together ooky.

The gals responded, “People say we monkey around. But we’re too busy singing to try to put anybody down.”

The skipper, brave and sure, five passengers set sail that day, for a three hour tour. A three hour tour. The weather started getting rough. The tiny ship was tossed. They all sang, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Schlemeel, schlemazel, hasenfeffer incorporated.”

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle. Land spreading out so far and wide. The lady said, “Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.”

Once on land, the lady said, “I’ve been down this road, walking down the line that’s painted by pride.” This fellow said, “This is it. This is it. This is life, the one you got, so go and have a ball.” He told her, “Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?”

Time passed. Then, one day, as he was shooting at some food, up through the ground came a bubblin’ crude. Oil, that is. Black gold. Texas tea.

They were rescued. The rescue ship captain said, “Welcome back. Your dreams were your ticket out. Welcome back. To that same old place that you laughed about.”

Y’all come back now, y’hear?