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Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Life

It was early one morning,
Playa del Carmen,
That’s when I first met Jose.
He had a 12 foot Schooner,
A 3 foot cooler,
Full of the catch of the day.
And he was wrinkled from grinning,
From all of the sun he had been in.
He was barefoot, cerveza in hand.
He said “Gracias senor”, when I paid him too much for,
All of the Snapper he had.
Now I told him my friend it ain’t nothin’,
In the best broken Spanish I knew,
I said I make a good livin’,
Back home where I’m from.
He smiled and said, "Amigo, me too."

He said, "I fish and I play my guitar.
I laugh at the bar with my friends.
I go home to my wife,
And pray every night,
I can do it all over again."

Somewhere over Texas,
I thought of my Lexus,
And all the stuff I work so hard for.
And all the things that I’ve gathered,
From climbing that ladder,
Didn’t make much sense anymore.
They say my nest egg ain’t ready to hatch yet,
They keep holding my feet to the fire.
They call it paying the price,
So that one day in life,
I’ll have what I need to retire.

And just fish,
And play my guitar,
And laugh at the bar with my friends,
And go home to my wife,
And pray every night,
I can do it all over again.

And to think that I thought for a while there that I had it made...
When the truth is I’m really just dying, to live like Jose.

And just fish,
Play my guitar,
Laugh at the bar with my friends,
Go home to my wife,
And pray every night,
I can do it all over again.

Wouldn’t that be the life?
Wouldn’t that be the life?

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