Pops (3:25)

Pops - (3:25) 76 bpm

Contact: Mark Lightcap
530-801-1216 mlightcap3@gmail.com

Songwriter: Mark R. Lightcap – ASCAP

Publishing: Chester Street Publishing – ASCAP

ISRC: QZYFK2300008


Pops was 92 and fadin’ fast, weary, bent, and frail
He was an enigma at the Butte County Jail
Cause he found life on the inside beat life out on the street
Pops figured he’d live his last days there but he was forced to leave

So Pops told the cabby as they drove on to the bridge
My rheumatism pains me and my health is on the skids
Now nobody cares if I am dead or I’m alive
Today seems just as good as any other day to die

Jail to Pops was an improvement over livin’ life alone
The inmates were his family the cell block was his home
But when “His Honor” rapped that gavel down and said, “You can go free”
Pops had no where else to go and no one else to see

So Pops told the cabby as they drove on to the bridge
My freedom’s killin’ me I’ve no where else to live
Now nobody cares if I am dead or I’m alive
Today seems just as good as any other day to die

When Pops took that last step did his life go flashing by
Did he have regrets or did relief show in his eyes

In the newspaper the headlines screamed and shouted out his name
The editor shook his fists and pointed his finger of blame
Said the system must have broken down and slipped on out of gear
But no matter whose fault it was there was no one there to hear

When Pops told the cabby as they drove on to the bridge
I’m tired to the bone and I’ve got nothing left to give
Now nobody cares if I am dead or I’m alive
Today seems just as good as any other day to die
Today seems just as good as any other day to die