June 19, 2006

Song

In the Byzantine Rite's cycle of readings yesterday's gospel was the calling of Andrew & Simon Peter. And this morning I heard the delightful Sara Evans tune Suds in the Bucket. So I combined them for you (as always, remember what you paid):
They were out fishin', say it was a little past nine
When the Lord pulled up, a white pickup truck
The scribes shoulda seen it comin' - it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop God.
Andrew stuck a note on the screen door "sorry but I got to go"
That was all he wrote, his mamma's heart was broke
That was all he wrote, so the story goes

(Chorus) Now his wife's in the kitchen starin' out the window, scratchin' and a rackin' her brains
How could 38 years just up and walk away?
He left the boat in the water and the bait hangin' out on the line

Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday mornin'
Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well God must've been a smooth talkin' son of gun
For such a grounded dude to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop God

YEEEHAW!

(3rd chorus) Got his sandals on they're headed to Jerusalem tonight
How could 38 years just up and walk away?
Trouble is a comin' and they say that the night is near
The fisherman is gonna be a saint
'Cuz he left the boat in the water and the bait hangin' on the line...

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