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Red Ball Freight

Posted on Tuesday, July 21st, 2009 by Nutcracker Buck No Comments Comments

Going through old closets, trying to clear some space
Wish you wouldn’t leave your stuff scattered all over the place
All these clothes
Good lord knows

You got dozens of old t-shirts spilling out of drawers
Advertising things you don’t even believe in any more
If you ever did
You know you’re not a kid

And sometimes I wish you’d listen to anything I say
Sometimes I wish you’d throw some stuff away

Like this Melissa Etheridge tee-shirt, you don’t listen to Melissa Etheridge
Never seen Melissa Etheridge
Melissa Etheridge doesn’t have a damn thing to do with your life
And I’m your wife . . . .

Sometimes I wish you’d listen to anything I say
Sometimes I wish you’d throw some stuff away

And that chili-stained blue jean jacket with the collar torn and frayed
Or maybe those are bloodstains, why do you insist upon hanging onto the messes that you made?
Are you afraid?
Pictures fade

We’re running out of room, can’t keep this stuff
We’re running out of time
Enough’s enough

First time that I saw you back in May of 98
You were wearing those old cowboy boots and a cap that said Red Ball Freight
Now where’s that hat?
You can keep that.

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