Flyswatter / Ice Water Blues (Monte Trenckmann’s Blues) Lyle Lovett

Honey, put down that flyswatter and pour me some ice water
And would you bring me my hammer and could you find me some nails?
For soon, I'll be going to work for this living
And with you here to guide me, then I cannot fail

The morning, it stumbles right in through the window
And this getting up early gets old anyway
And if you listen close, dear, the crying that you hear
Is the nighttime lamenting the start of the day

And it's hotter than concrete in July in Houston
It'll get even worse here before it turns nice
Old Tink's in the backyard and I swear that boy is so smart
He's got everything ready, so we'll be all right

Honey, put down that flyswatter and pour me some ice water
And though I'll soon be going, well, I haven't gone yet
So come stand here beside me and hold my hand gently
And tell me do you remember the first time we met