2014 Chris Butler/Future Fossil Music (BMI).

HORSESHOES & HANDGRENADES (4.48)

         HORSESHOES AND HANDGRENADES
         ALMOST COOKED, ALMOST SAVED
         ROUND NUMBERS AND CLOSE SHAVES
         A STONE'S THROW FROM A HAIR AWAY

         HORSESHOES AND HANDGRENADES
         SO CLOSE...NEARLY MADE IT TO HEAVEN...ALMOST...
         DON'T COUNT FOR NOTHIN'.

"40 days and 40 nights?
all right, all right...", Noah said,
"Lord, about that boat...I think I better go build it"

two by two them creatures came, but....
I didn't want to go out in the rain
besides I'm unique... not much of a "joiner"

         oh tell me, tell me, Captain Noah
         why this cruise to nowhere?
         I can't find a date
         and your tub's a zoo...I get seasick, too
         bon voyage...catch ya later

three-card monte game, shoutin' shill
step right up with a $20 bill
tap that ace, and chief...it's chicken on Sunday

angel says "pay the rent"
devil says "make a bet"
devil wins...like he does usually

back and forth that Jackson goes
a lucky streak!...then uh oh
badges flash...handcuffs pop outta nowhere

         "oh tell me, tell me Constable
         was that ace in the middle?"
         "why, yes I do believe that's true
         you're one hell...of a lucky fella"

almost...kinda...shoulda...sorta

         yeah...coulda been so great
         coulda had the whole world on my plate
         everything working for ya

         yeah...coulda been so nice
         lady luck blowing on my dice
         intoxication....euphoria
         eu-phor-ia

Johnny was a hot-shot guitar man
6-string key to the promised land
he was so cool, he had a roadcase just for his ego

a genius poet, a household name
the new Messiah was proclaimed
so he rented Kansas and threw himself a little party

satellite feeds, pay-per-view,
simulcast, the networks, too
Johnny made 'em all pay to kiss the feet of the Master

         oh tell me, tell me Gabriel...what's the key of this number?
         you see, Johnny B. Goode, but now Johnny B. Dead
         on the way to the gig
         crashed in a helicopter

like being just a little bit pregnant
and in other news today.....
that ball is going...going...going...foul

almost...so close...don't count for nothin'.