What's The Rush

What’s The Rush
There’s a flea on a dog and a tick on a dear
A tiny bird on a big antelope
The rancher is flexing the farmer’s spittin’ up beer
And the waitress has given up hope
The tile is broken and the table is scratched
Dead leaves blow in from the door
Every word’s been spoken every scheme’s been hatched
I don’t have to be here no more
Oh baby I’m leaving you, I’ve got a three day ride to the coast
Of all the places that I’ve been through, I’m gonna miss this town the most
They have fish in the river, deer in the glen, wild birds parade in the brush
I’ll be back baby I don’t know when
Baby what’s the rush…

This was a prairie town when I grew up
Full of arrowheads and dinosaur bones
Now children play in piles of paper cups
Plastic straws and cellular phones
At family tables and friendly bars
Where I once had a seat
There’s fearful calls for building walls
And people sleeping in the streets
Oh baby I’m leaving you, this town has lost its charm
Baby I’m leaving you, before I come to any more harm
You have fish in the river, deer in the glen, wild birds parade in the brush
I’ll be back baby I don’t know when
Baby what’s the rush…

My girl came to me the other day and said “Honey we’ve been together twenty years
Ain’t it time we got married? Wait….What?

Now, I’ve done my best, I’ve done my worst
I’ve lived and died by the sword
I’ve finished last and I’ve finished first
I’ve been a peasant and I’ve been a lord
I’m so tired and that ain’t bad
You don’t live forever I know
This life is a dream that I think I had
Now I think it’s time to go

Oh baby I’m leaving you, Saint Peter stands by the gate
They tell me that the line moves fast, and no-one has to wait
They got fish in the river, deer in the glen, wild birds parade in the brush
I’ll be back, baby I don’t know when
Baby what’s the rush?
Words and Music Copyright Bruce T Carroll (BTCSongs, Ascap) 2021