Six AM
The buses aren't nearly as crowded
As the night before
Someone said there was
Music and laughter
Behind all the shutters and doors
What was all of it for
Who needs friends
There's barely a minute for breathing
Everyone here works so hard
There's no party
When I reach my doorstep
I struggle to pull out my key
Where's the meaning for me
You see but you're unaware
There's life on the other side
But there's no bridge to cross
I'm looking through the fog
For some way out of here
I've baggage here to
I've baggage here to toss
Bless my soul
I've read about you in the paper
I've seen your picture somewhere
When you speak it's in volumes and volumes
I can't hear a word that you say
Funny it happens that way
I've been told that envy's the thing I've been feeling
For your kind of work and your play
But to tell you the truth
That it's only a wish
For a new kind of day
When worry and fear melt away
Could be
That a day will come
When you just might understand
But there's no bridge to cross
I'm looking through the fog
For some way out of here
I've baggage here to
I've baggage here to toss
I'd like to go away
and go there to stay
But I can't find the way
So it goes
But change never really comes easy
Resistance is felt all around
But inevitably
Something happens
That makes the old ship run aground
We all stare in awe of what's found
Like me
You appear to be
Looking for some meaning here
But there's no bridge to cross
I'm looking through the fog
For some way out of here
I've baggage here to
I've baggage here to
I've baggage here to toss
Six AM
The buses aren't nearly as crowded
As the night before
Someone said there was
Music and laughter
Behind all the shutters and doors
What was all of it for
Who needs friends
There's barely a minute for breathing
Everyone here works so hard
There's no party
When I reach my doorstep
I struggle to pull out my key
Where's the meaning for me
You see but you're unaware
There's life on the other side
But there's no bridge to cross
I'm looking through the fog
For some way out of here
I've baggage here to
I've baggage here to toss
Bless my soul
I've read about you in the paper
I've seen your picture somewhere
When you speak it's in volumes and volumes
I can't hear a word that you say
Funny it happens that way
I've been told that envy's the thing I've been feeling
For your kind of work and your play
But to tell you the truth
That it's only a wish
For a new kind of day
When worry and fear melt away
Could be
That a day will come
When you just might understand
But there's no bridge to cross
I'm looking through the fog
For some way out of here
I've baggage here to
I've baggage here to toss
I'd like to go away
and go there to stay
But I can't find the way
So it goes
But change never really comes easy
Resistance is felt all around
But inevitably
Something happens
That makes the old ship run aground
We all stare in awe of what's found
Like me
You appear to be
Looking for some meaning here
But there's no bridge to cross
I'm looking through the fog
For some way out of here
I've baggage here to
I've baggage here to
I've baggage here to toss
(Andy Griffith's "What It Was Was Football" http://www.elyrics.net/read/a/andy-griffith-lyrics/what-it-was-was-football-lyrics.html )
It was back last October, I believe it was.
We was agonna hold a tent service off at this college town.
And we got thar about dinnertime on Saturday.
And uh Different ones of us thought that we ought to get us a mouthful to eat before that we set up the tent.
And so we got offa the truck and followed this little bunch of people
through this small little bitty patch of woods thar,
and we come up on a big sign it says, "Get somethin' t' Eat chyere!"
I went up and got me two hot dogs and a big orange drink,
and before that I could take a-ry mouthful of that food,
this whole raft of people come up around me and got me to where I couldn't eat nothing, up like,
and I dropped my big orange drink. I did.
Well, friends, they commenced to move, and there wasn't so much that I could do but move with them.
Well, we commenced to go through all kinds of doors and gates and I don't know what- all,
and I looked up over one of 'em and it says, "North Gate."
We kept on a-going through thar, and pretty soon we come up on a young boy and he says,
"Ticket, please."
And I says, "Friend, I don't have a ticket;
I don't even know where it is that I'm a-going!" I did.
Well, he says, "Come on out as quick as you can."
And I says, "I'll do 'er; I'll turn right around the first chance I get."
Well, we kept on a-moving through there,
and pretty soon everybody got where it was that they was a-going,
because they parted and I could see pretty good. I could.
And what I seen was this whole raft of people a-sittin' on these two banks
and a-lookin at one another across this pretty little green cow pasture. Well, they was.
And somebody had took and drawed white lines all over it and drove postys in it,
and I don't know what all,
and I looked down there and I seen five or six convicts a running up and down
and a-blowing whistles . They was!
And then I looked down there and I seen these pretty girls a-wearin' these little bitty short dresses
and a-dancing around, and so I sit down and thought I'd see what it was that was a-gonna to happen. I did.
About the time I got set down good I looked down there
and I seen thirty or forty men come runnin' out of one end of a great big outhouse down there. They did!
and everybody where I was a-settin' got up and hollered!
And about that time thirty or forty come runnin' out of the other end of that outhouse, and the other bankful, they got up and hollered.
And I asked this fella that was a besittin' beside of me,
"Friend, what is it that they're a-hollerin' for?
Well, he whopped me on the back and he says,
"Buddy, have a drink!" Well, I says,
"Well, I believe I will have another big orange.
And I got it and set back down.
And When I got down there again I seen that the men had got in two little bitty bunches down there
real close together, and they voted. They did. They voted.
They elected one man apiece,
and them two men come out in the middle of that cow pasture
and shook hands like they hadn't seen one another in a long time.
And Then a convict come over to where they was a-standin',
and he took out a quarter and they commenced to odd-man right there! They did!
Well, After a while I seen what it was they was odd-manning for.
It was that both bunchesfull of them wanted this funny lookin little pumpkin to play with. they did
And I know, friends, that they couldn't eat it because they kicked it the whole evenin'
and it never busted.
But, uh, anyhow what I was a-tellin' was that
Both bunchesful wanted that thing.
One bunch got it and it made the other bunch just as mad as they could be!
And Friends, I seen that evenin' the awfulest fight that I ever have seen in all my life !!
They would run at one -another and kick one- another
and throw one another down and stomp on one another
and grind their feet in one another
and I don't know what-
all and just as fast as one of 'em would get hurt,
they'd tote him off and run another one on !!
Well, they done that as long as I sat there, but pretty soon this boy that had said
"Ticket, please." He come up to me and says,
"Friend, you're gonna have to leave because it is that you don't have a ticket."
And I says, "Well, all right." And I got up and left.
And I don't know friends, to this day, what it was that they was a doin' down there,
but I have studied about it.
I think it was that it's some kindly of a contest where they see which bunchful of them men can take that pumpkin and run from one end of that cow pasture to the other without either gettin' knocked down or steppin' in somethin'.
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