Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning. From a cold solitary prison cell. And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad.
I'm a son-of-a-gun and a dad-gum joker. I'm just a crazy, old laid-back loafer. I got a dog looks like a gopher. And he's been a pretty good friend. .
Well he was old school in overalls. Tough as nails as I recall. He fought a war and came back home. Honest as the day was long. And right before my grandpa died he looked me right straight in the eyes.