Every Valley Is Not a Lake

Don't bother grandma when she's right, or you'll be in some mess

I see how you see her, creaky bones, bitchin' 'bout IRS

Well take a look child, these worn out bones

Just think they'd used to sell out a baseball stadium

Nineteen forty-eight

Now you, you'll graduate and you think you're going to move out now

I will congratulate you as soon as you pay your own way

Not tryin' to stick a pin in your shiny new balloon

Your alimony check won't buy a bigger room or a new car

Don't ever think about comin' by here

With that junoir from up the street

Sneakers squeakin' on the kitchen tile, hat pulled below his eyes

That boy is trouble in his sleep

You got your father's wreckless charm, babe

Long as you give, some body will take

Well, every story is not the gospel, babe

Let me put it in another way

Every valley is not a lake

Before I let you go with your friends, got one more thing to say

You think my love is tough, should've seen your grandma in her day

So use your wits child, cause nothing stays the same

In forty years my song will be public domain

oh oh oh

Short tall, quick switch