NEVER TOLERATE TYRANNY!....Conservative voices from the GRASSROOTS.

“You can’t see Tuesday Morning if you’re lost in a Saturday night”

“You can’t see Tuesday Morning
if you’re lost in a Saturday night”

...but first

Just to get into the mood...

A Classic

"Big Bad John"

...and

now!!...

“You can’t see Tuesday Morning
if you’re lost in a Saturday night”

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He was a hard hitting, two fisted, over the roader
a skilled mechanic at the game of stud poker
an ace at the game, with a stare that was deadpan
just a ramblin’ gamblin’ brown eyed handsome man
Some called him a “Bad Boy” who never behaved
There were even some judges who called him a knave;
...a free wheelin’ fearless driver, toolin’ on down the roads
and always he’d carry the most dangerous loads

Now, when he first saw her she was workin’ her way through school
among all the stones she shined brightly, just like a sparklin’ jewel
Well, he thought he’d try to put the move on her
‘cause he knew he could always make the ladies purr;
so up to her he sauntered, confident and sure
( the women called him “bad boy”) .. clever and cool
‘cause he never is, and never was nobody’s fool

But when she fluttered her baby blues up at him
that’s when she really caught his eye
her pure sweet smile could make a grown man cry
...and then and there it occurred to him
that his freedom could be comin’ to an end
‘cause he wanted her to be more to him
...and her name was ‘Sunday’, such a pretty little gal!
He no more wanted just a “good time charlie” pal

She worked part time at Tuesday Morning
and with love he was struck, without any warnin’
so he’d roll into town every week or so
and direct to “Tuesday” the young man would go
to see his newfound lady fair
...she’d wait for him, and always be there;

But on Saturday Nights it was out with “the boys”
no time for romance or the snuggling joys...
...and that was the thing from the spring to the fall
until one fine day, she just decided to end it all
...no more the waiting, pretty little doll,
her heart would now answer a different call

He rolled into town one chilly crisp Friday
Down her street he rolled with a sweet bouquet
when, there and then, he saw them walking
holding hands and laughing, and gaily talking
horned-rimmed glasses and a tailored suit
he looked like a nerd...not like a brute
a dapper, graceful urbane well-groomed gent
who seemed to resemble a certain Mr. Clark Kent!
So elegant, so assuredly suave,
pin-striped suit, and shoes colored mauve
how’d she ever fall for this fair-haired dandy,
forgetting all the flowers and the chocolate covered candy?

Our Hero could stand no more of this!
...this pale-faced stranger invading his bliss!
so out of his cab so boldly he jumped
shaking his fist, growling and pumped,
barking loud like a drill sergeant,
aiming to mess up his neatly creased garment

But the ‘nerd’ was having none of it...
and sprang into the fray, surprisingly fit
yelling some strange oriental cry
as through the air, ‘pretty boy’ did he fly
and as his face into the ground did go
the last thing he heard were the words “Tae kwon do!!”

Our Hero, next day coming out of a coma,
from the school of hard knocks, having earned his diploma
...went off cruising to the nearest bar
in his souped-up chevy, a cherry red car

Hurting all over from his new contusions
he finally paid attention and came to his conclusion
So before on this saga I ring down the curtain
the lessons he’d learned will always be certain:

He’ll show up no more without any warning
and "You can’t see her at Tuesday Morning"...

"...if you’re always lost in a Saturday night"
...and you gotta think twice, before you go off pickin’ a fight

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COMING SOON