Give 'Em Hell Harry
(专辑: The Great Divide - 2011)
Harry Truman was born to play piano That's all he ever thought about From the
first time he touched those ivory keys He never had a
single doubt Started playing for all the
kin folks Then in honky tonks and bars Never once entertained the
thought Of playing a
silly six string guitar He was a
piano player dog gone it, case closed As he made his way to the
gigs he'd play He found the
roads in an awful state I'm not talking about Missouri per se But the
thoroughfares weren't so great [?] He said "My name is Harry, Harry Truman" Give 'em hell, Harry, give 'em hell When the
lights came on they rang your liberty bell From Missouri to the
White House There's one thing Harry knew If you don't learn to milk a
cow They'll never ask you to Because Harry's mind was sharp and nimble Those citizens were in luck He strapped his family's old upright Kimble Up in the
bed of his county truck And every day on his lunch break All that summer long He'd park his ruck beside the
lake And play a
medley of popular songs The
man sure knew how to string 'em together too It's funny, those roads Harry built Led him to the
White House Under good old FDR His piano now drew high class crowds And he was smoking 50 cent cigars Somewhere out in New Mexico They were building atom bombs But how on earth was Harry to know What the
hell was going on See, he'd been left in the
dark about an awful lot Until that fateful day When Harry and the
rest of the
nation got The
news that the
President had passed away And in an instant the
music stopped And the
weight of the
world fell upon his shoulders They sent him across the
ocean to a
summit With Churchill and Stalin too They posed for pictures out by the
bar-b-que grill Then they went inside for stew Grumpy old Churchill was soon filled with doubt Over all of Stalin's demands All Harry could seem to think about Was Stalin's tiny little hands Couldn't be much of a
piano player, that's for certain Give 'em hell, Harry, give 'em hell When the
lights came on they rang your liberty bell From Missouri to the
White House There's one thing Harry knew If you don't learn to milk a
cow They'll never ask you to Well, he travelled wide and he travelled far And when all was said and done He went back home and opened up a
piano bar And called it "Jefferson's Favorite Son" Quit shaving, grew his hair down past his shoulders And wore a
fringed John Lennon vest Got snide remarks from some of the
local elders But he was loved by all the
rest Then every December as time marched on He'd put on a
red velvet suit And perform his medley of holiday songs To a
21 gun salute Give 'em hell, Harry Truman, give 'em hell When the
lights came on they rang your liberty bell From Missouri to the
White House There's one thing Harry knew If you don't learn to milk a
cow They'll never ask you to If you don't learn to milk a
cow They'll never ask you to