James McMurtry

Soda And Salt

Mamma come runnin'

Daddy come quick

I think I swallowed something

It's making me sick

I don't know what it is

But it isn't sitting well with me

Don't you either one

Try to tell me it's supposed to be

What I got cookin'

Teacher come look

I think I'm on to something

That isn't in the book

I don't know what it is

But that doesn't mean it isn't true

When you write it in your paper

Would you let me have some credit too

I'm having a time

Trying to get it

Don't want to let it

Get to me

I'm gonna be fine

You can bet it

Just don't try to show me nothin' I don't want to see

Got my hands in my pockets

My head in the clouds

I haven't done nothin'

For cryin' out loud

I haven't done nothin'

You'd ever want to call a crime

Before I get started

I get noticed in the nick o' time

I brush my teeth with soda and salt

If anything's missing

It isn't my fault