Solo songwriter/guitarist.
Lyrics
[THE RAP: This is dedicated to Stephanie the fiddle player, who told me my next dead animal song needed to be about porcupines. It's a love song, of course... And it's a country music song, because it's got a dead truck in it.]
[4/4, mod. fast with straight face]
DEAD PORCUPINE RAG
–J. Wrabek
1.
On the wall of my dining room's a dead porcupine
I ran over with my truck and thought of you
Had a cute button nose, wasn't wearing any clothes
And prob'ly can't do half the things you do;
Her dead eyes looked at me, and brought back your memory
As I waited for the towtruck by the wreck--
All alone in the hills with my tires full of quills
Thinkin'‘bout the time that we met.
CHORUS
You stopped me dead in my tracks
Like my tires all went flat
Runnin' into you done threw me off the road;
No spare for my heart
If you tear it apart
I just had to pick you up and take you home.
[LEAD BREAK (IF ANYBODY CAN PLAY LEAD)]
2.
Should've known it couldn't last–first the bloiwouts, then the crash–
Lord knows ev'ry good trip's gotta end;
I been left in the ditch, with no tires and no winch,
But I'd be willing to do it all again;
We can't ever be apart, ‘cause you've still got my heart–
I wake up at night waitin' for your call–
And your mem'ry hurts me still, like brushin' past the quills
Of the dead porcupine on my wall.
CHORUS
You stopped me dead in my tracks
Like my tires all went flat
Runnin' into you done threw me off the road;
No spare for my heart
If you tear it apart
I just had to pick you up and take you home.
(C) 2006 J. Wrabek dba Outside Services Ltd. All the usual rights reserved just in case. (No, no porcupines were harmed in the writing of this song. You ever try to harm a porcupine?)
