From the recording Ashland Avenue
Lyrics
Poker night with the boys
Texas Hold ‘em Tuesday
Once a month for bragging rights and beers
Charlie caught the Covid
So he sent his cousin Rudy
A quiet guy I’d known a couple years
When Rudy drew a pair of queens
He never blinked an eye
He hardly moved a muscle anywhere
Thru cigar smoke and dirty jokes Rudy cleaned ‘em out
Those good ol’ boys never had a prayer
Chorus: Lay it down, the burden’s way too heavy
There’s too much stuff to carry
On such a narrow road
Lay it down, take ‘er slow and steady
Lay it down and lighten up your load
The conversation turned to girls
And a poster from our teens
Junior year just seventeen years old
A bathing suit and perfect teeth
You know the one I mean
An angel with her feathers dipped in gold
When it came around to Rudy
He took a careful breath
He said you’re right she sure was something fine
And like you fellas I had Farrah Fawcett on my wall
But I think I had Lee Majors on my mind
Words and Music: Michael Lille
Downstream Lean Music / BMI