Like A Bomb, Only Bigger
Ace In The Hole
Do the apple if you don't already hear the tune.
Odds were against me, my chances pretty slim;
When I saw the reaper, and he was looking mighty grim.
Always knew my time would come, nobody gets out alive;
By now I should be ready for my last day to arrive.
Got a king and a queen, but what the devil don’t know;
Got a jack and a ten, and an ace in the hole.
Singer and the song, drums and the bass;
Rhythm and the keys; all have their place.
But the one thing we’ve got, the one thing we know;
Dude with the fiddle’s our ace in the hole.
Saw like the devil has come for your soul;
Tomorrow depends on our ace in the hole.
All last summer Chainsaw would tell me about his weekend gigs with "The Good Ol' Boys". Skilled and experienced guitar player that he is, he reported weekly that the fiddle remains his magic weapon. So I wrote a song about it, challenging him to charm the studio the way he does the blue-hairs. You be the judge as to whether he succeeded. Don't miss the ending...