Cuero Dudes

Paul and Ginny drowned on Sunday In nine phases of losing life No witness behind the waves Only blue eyes radiating light The king tide still covers the highway Though the swell faded overnight Go down and look at it sideways See the new moon paint a new design There's too many stories to remember Too many stories to tell Too many stories My friend Grey played bass With a bad mister, Michael H It was a private party thing In a barn somewhere fancy way upstate A hog head hung above the stage Mike said "Grey, baby, you know what to do" Once the music started moving That hog head started moving too There's too many stories to remember Too many stories to tell Too many stories One of Charlie PV's early memories Was his daddy drinking in the afternoon Playing poker in the kitchen with a wild bunch of Cuero dudes As momma locked in upstairs bedroom Climbed out the window with Charlie around her neck Down trellis of roses She was bleeding all over as they snuck around the back There's too many stories to remember Too many stories to tell Too many stories There's too many stories to remember Too many stories to tell Too many stories