Song Lyrics

Jacked Up

album: A Few Miles Back, Volume 1 (2001), track 3 of 13
author: Chuck Pyle
publisher: Bee 'n' Flower Music BMI

Friday at five, the street's alive
We were walking into this bar
Full of goofers drinking two-fers
Happy where they are
Texas John and I are on the way home,
He says wait
It's your life, call your wife
And tell her you're gonna be late
   Let's get jacked up in fact
   It's how we relaxed, let the true colors show
   Buddy don't you know
   You gotta get jacked up in fact
   Show a definite lack of worry
   It's just a quarter after five, what's the hurry
   Here's a quarter, call the wife, it's early
   Leave the rush hour outside
Sippin' Jack's Blue Ribbon backs here
Hearin' that jukebox sound
Sign on the wall says if your wife calls
You buy the whole house a round
Money's low and I'm up to go
When I hear that telephone ring
Some poor guy's lonesome wife
And TJ starts to sing
   We're getting' jacked up in fact
   So high we relax and let the true colors show
   Buddy don't you know
   We're jacked up in fact
   Show a definite lack of worry
   'Cause it's just a quarter after five, what's the hurry
   Here's a quarter, call the wife, it's early
   Leave the rush hour outside
Oh drunken donuts, almost sunup
Time for a cigarette
Sobered up, I finish my cup
And I say I gotta get
Well TJ, thanks I say,
For puttin' my mind at rest
I couldn't have faced another day
Of nine-to-five unless
   I got jacked up in fact
   It's how we relaxed and let the true colors show
   Buddy don't you know
   I'm jacked up in fact
   I don't have to worry
   It's a quarter after five, it's early
   I see the dawn's early light, gonna hurry
   Soon it's gonna be rush hour outside
Be rush hour, leave it outside.