A drunken argument over who was going to go to heaven and who was going to hell ended up with one of the participants dead from a shotgun blast to the chest.
It’s probably just gilding the lily that this story includes words like “Texas” and “trailer park” and “bar hopping” and “corrections officer.”
Is this real? This sounds awfully similar to most of the country and western songs I’ve heard. The only thing missing is someone’s mother getting out of prison and/or the dog dying.
….and the damned ol’ train. yep, that song will be running through my head now.
Well, they’d all been out there drinking,
Goin’ from bar to bar,
Then they drove back to the trailer park,
‘Cause it wasn’t very far.
Then Fred said, “Who you think of us,
Will come to see our Lord?”
And George said, “Sure the hell not you,”
‘Cause he was kinda bored.
Then Fred, he went and got his gun,
And aimed it at his head.
“I guess I’ll soon find out, ’cause in
A second I’ll be dead.”
Then George said, “No, shoot me! Shoot me!”
And rassled for the gun.
There was a BANG, and on the ground
The blood began to run.
Now Fred is up on charges,
And his wife has done and gone.
His dog has damned near starved to death,
And there’s still blood on the lawn.
And George, he’s grinnin’ ear to ear,
Yup, he’s a happy fella.
‘Cause turns out both of them were wrong,
And he’s up in Valhalla.
I apologize for being petty, but my day has been a little off. Reading stories like this actually perk me up. I realize that I have a very slim chance of dying a violent death in a trailer park, and that makes life okay.
Sing it with me “I’ll stay around as long as you will let me, but you never even call me by my name…”