Bare Bones

I remember what my daddy taught me 'bout how warm whiskey is in a cold ditch

And one more thing about good and evil: you can't tell which is which

Well if the rest is lost to history or maybe wasted on a fool like me

I got these bare bones, he left me something after all.

Old Hamlet's done now, dead and gone and there's no ghost walks

Poor Yorick tells ya everything he knows with no tongue to talk

It seems the truth is hidden where the sun don't shine

And I'm never certain if it's theirs or mine

But it's the bare bones, they give you that much after all.

They preached the gospel down in Metairie

They preached it in school

It never made much sense to me

Wonder if it was supposed to

You go on down to millionaire's row, watch a while, and tell me what you see

The truth itself is nothing but a gamble, it might or might not set you free

I guess my old man was hard to read

And I don't really know what I believe

But in these bare bones, there's somethin' lovely after all