Smith Island Cake

His son came home from Afghanistan
On the day he was ready to leave
They danced and they laughed
He was happy not alone and was free

He was driving to Nashville from the DMV
With snow on the ground that he hates
The little wagon had new tires and oil
He made it to Front Royal by 8

A guitar a suitcase and a cooler of beer
A Smith Island cake sliding in the rear
His heart on his shirt sleeve and his ass in a sling
He was coming to Nashville to sing

A credit card for gas his room was a church
He questioned his decision about the beer
It was a smoke free campus the sign read
Oh great now his cigarettes were dead

Lydia was sweet with a beautiful home
He met Amy and some very nice folks
He drove to the party with Mary's new songs
But back at the church were his smokes

He got lost on the way but his phone had a map
He stood around and cleaned up mistakes
They ate barbeque on the back porch
And made small talk before eating cake

He drove back to his room that was hotter than hell
Opened the window and turned off his phone
He wrote a few words after a couple of beers
Thinking he should have stayed home
 
A guitar a suitcase and a cooler of beer
A Smith Island cake sliding in the rear
His heart on his shirt sleeve and his ass in a sling
He was coming to Nashville to sing 

He sat in a chair in a big wood room
White ceiling blue carpet chandeliers
Big windows with light filling the space
All he thought about was drinking some beer

He heard about a train and a bomb in a bag
Mirrored sunglasses a boy on the train
In that place he was writing those words
He was drinking and using morphine for the pain
 
Sam was a man with a beautiful heart
And Mary was an angel in disguise
But his feet hurt and the coffee sucked
And he was thinking his beer needed ice

While he sat there in that room
His heart was with a friend in a hospital bed
The love that he felt
Was all that was running through his head

A guitar a suitcase and a cooler of beer
A smith island cake sliding in the rear
His heart on his shirt sleeve and his ass in a sling
He was coming to Nashville to sing

He was coming to Nashville to sing....

Robert

2015

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