CREW CUT HAIR
Written by:  Antonio Andrade/Sean Madden
 
HE WAS LIKE MY BIG BROTHER
MY DAD WAS COUSINS WITH HIS MOTHER
A KID WITH GRAPE STAINED UNDERWEAR
BLUE EYES BLOND CREW CUT HAIR
 
FROM HIGH SCHOOL TO THE AIR FORCE
FOUR YEARS ONE WIFE AND ONE DIVORCE
I LAUGHED WHEN HE WOULD CURSE AND SWEAR
IN HIS COWBOY HAT AND HIS RAG TOP CHEVY CORVAIR
 
HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND LOOKED LIKE A MOVIE STAR
THEY TOOK ME WITH THEM TO THE DAIRY BAR
HE SMILED AND SAID “HOW ‘BOUT THAT DAIRY AIR"
HE MEANT HIS GIRLFRIEND’S DERRIERE   (POP)
 
HE WAS THERE WHEN HIS MOTHER DIED
HE KEPT HER HOUSE ON THE TREE LINED EAST SIDE
SAME OLD PICTURES ON THE SAME OLD FRIGIDARE
SAME OLD SMILE AND ALWAYS A STORY TO SHARE
 
TURN AROUND THERE IT IS
TURN AROUND THERE IT IS
 
A LIFETIME LATER HERE WE ARE
ONE TIME SHOOTING NOW A FALLING STAR
I SAW HIM TALK A LEG RIGHT OFF A CHAIR
THIS QUIET MAN BEHIND A VACANT STARE
 
HIS PICTURE WHITE SHIRT BLACK TIE
THE ONE THAT MADE HIS MOTHER CRY
ON THE WALL BEHIND HIS EMPTY CHAIR
BLUE EYES BLOND CREW CUT HAIR