...you can't fire me. I Quit
JM: guitars, vocals; Karl Frick: bass; Bob Holden: drums; Wayne Johnston: harp
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Apalachicola
C 2007 Jack Murray
You got the kids and I got the sofa –sign on the house says “Sold”
The leaves fell down, the days are getting chilly
The nights are getting long and cold
They cut off the lights and turned off the heat and the phone man took out the phones
Guess I’ll just point south, step on the pedal
To someplace to warm my bones
But if you want to try to find me –can’t tell you where to go
Just don’t go lookin in Apalachicola on the Gulf of Mexico
Don’t call the bank and don’t call my lawyer –let em think I turned up dead
Been a one-car wreck since you cleared the deck
And left me here to shake my head
Now I’m livin on coffee and oatmeal pies til this road runs out of land
I’ll put my knees in the air, my feet in the water
And my back on the soft, warm sand
But if you want to try to find me –can’t tell you where to go
But I might wash up in Apalachicola on the Gulf of Mexico
North of Venezuela, east of Alabama, south of everywhere I know
Listenin to the sunset sizzle in the water
West of old Mexico
But if someday you come to your senses –if you ever change your mind
I’ll be the one lookin lost without you
I won’t be hard to find
But if you want to try to find me –only one way to go
Walkin the beach in Apalachicola on the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah you’ll find a way to find -or I’m gonna let you go
But it’s gonna be in Apalachicola on the Gulf of Mexico
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