Thank God and Greyhound!

He's Gone!

For some reason this phrase has been circling through my head in the days leading up to the inauguration. I knew, of course, that the words were a chorus to a song, recorded (I thought correctly) by Roy Clark. My mother loves this song and sang it a lot when I was growing up. Everytime a family member of my dad's came to visit and then left.

But she didn't know all the words and only sang the chorus.

So I looked up the lyrics and found, surprisingly, they really do loosely fit today.

I've made a small fortune, and you've squandered it all.
You've shamed me till I feel about one inch tall.
But I thought I loved you, and I hoped you would change,
so I gritted my teeth and didn't complain.

Now you've come to me with a simple goodbye.
You tell me you're leaving, but you won't tell me why.
We're here at the station and you're getting on.And all I can think of is.........

Thank God and Greyhound you're gone!

Thank God and Greyhound you're gone!

I didn't know how much longer I could go on,
watching you take the respect out of me,
watching you make a total wreck out of me.
That big diesel motor is a playing my song.
Thank God and Greyhound you're gone!

Thank God and Greyhound you're gone!

That load on my mind got lighter when you got on.
That shiney old bus is a beautiful sight,
with the black smoke rolling up around the tail lights.
It may sound kinda cruel, but I've been silent too long:
Thank God and Greyhound you're gone!

Thank God and Greyhound you're gone!

THANK GOD AND GREYHOUND
(Larry Kingston / Earl Nix)
Roy Clark
Also recorded by : Ray Pillow.

I don't know if God had anything to do with it. I'm pretty sure Greyhound didn't, but he is FINALLY out of my White House, on his way back to Texas (or whereever) and, hopefully, this will be my last post about Dubya until his indictment.

Let the healing begin.