Stay Away

Greetings, fellow earthlings. I do love to make up songs in my head whilst walking my lovely big dawg, Watson. I have a new one and the (at least, working) melody is a blatant rip off of John Prine's "Christmas in Prison." That's okay, I know, because it's folk music and John likely ripped that melody straight off of an old country folk song he had in his magnificent brain. Happens all the time in the genre. I only mention that because it will help you sing your own version in your own shower. Or. Wherever.

Here it is, and I'll add a recording if I get to it:

Stay Away

I’ve been at a distance 

For most of my life

I only get close to

My dog and my wife

It ain’t that hard

To stay in my yard

Lucky for me

It’s a good place to be

If I have a task

That calls for a mask

You can be sure

My intentions are pure

I ain’t robbin’ no bank

At least I don’t think 

I will

Until the zombies

Are coming’ for me

Chorus:

Stay away

as far as you can

These troubled days

Were nobody’s plan

Stay away

Keep yours from mine

We’ll be okay

It all will be fine

Now I know that that last bit

Is likely a lie

But I have to say it

I have to try

To keep up my spirits

So you have to hear it

Told again and again

Best to you my friend

(I said)

Stay away

as far as you can

These troubled days

Were nobody’s plan

Stay away

Keep yours from mine

We’ll be okay

It will all turn out fine

We’ll be okay

It will all turn out fine

We’ll be okay

It will all turn out fine

By the way, as I post this, John Prine is in stable condition in a Nashville hospital with COVID-19. I have every belief that his condition will continue to improve and that he will rebound again, as he has done many times with other health issues, and return into our fold to bring us more brilliant musical masterpieces. His music always makes me smile, even when it's sad. "Come on Home," John. We need you these days. And, dear reader, my boy Watson says, "keep well."

Here's a draft .mp3 I recorded 041520. God rest John.