Pigeon John]
There once was a boy by the name of Davey Rockit
and moved out from Tennessee

He came out to Hollywood to be a famous DJ
His name in the magazines
Everyone told him not to do it

They said, Dave just chill
And get a job, and go get a gig at the mall
He didnt say a word, he just shook his head and grinned

Stood up and surprised them all

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He said, One of these days, Im gonna be large
Ill practice all night long
Ive packed my bags, Ive traveled too far

to ever go back home"

Cause momma was a weeping willow

His daddy wish he did the same thing years ago
When he was young he played the drums, opened for Artie Shaw
Wanted to be a jazz legend and a superstar

But his dreams faded when they had little David
He secretly resented all his friends that made it
And to be honest grew to hate and love his own son

And couldn't understand where the rage was comin from
Davey and his momma was on tiptoes
Cause they never knew which daddy would open the do'

Either the mad, sad, happy or the drunk one
Davey like the drunk, it was the only time he spoke to him
He sat down and yelled for a Coors Light

Davey brought it for him, it was the only thing he did right
He said "Son, your daddy used to be sum'n
Now I work at some place that don't mean NOTHIN

And you gon' be JUST like your old man"
Davey laughed and said "Dad, that's the main plan!"
And daddy laughed at that

And told Davey, "Get another from the six-pack"

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There once was a boy by the name of Davey Rockit
A thousand miles outside of home

All he had was his car and a hundred in his pocket
And he already felt alone