Rebekah

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2013-03-13 22:29:22 (UTC)

What Do you Want to Do With Your Life, John?

Freshman year, mama asked, "What do you wanna do when you get out of here?"
i said, "Well gee, I'm only 13, but I think I'd like to play my guitar... be a star."
"Well," she said, "that's nice. You got some time to go-
good sense will kick in any time you know.
i'm not worried, i'm not worried."

Well, sophomore year she asked the same old thing.
My answer had remained unchanged.
I saw her fidgit with her thumbs.
She said, "You like computers John, you like computers don't you?
You know, I always see you with a computer... you like computers.
Maybe you could do something with computers. Yeah, wouldn't that be nice?"

Junior year, its a little more tense.
She says, "What do you want to do with your life?"
I'm not on the fence, I know exactly what I am to be
and I'm only 17.

She said, "Well, all I ask is that you pay attention in class,
so if you happen to change your mind in time you can still go
somewhere reputable, and do us proud."
So I went downstairs and I played guitar loud.

Yeah, and senior its the same old question
she said, "What you wanna do?"
I said, "Play my guitar and sing."
she said, "There's no such thing,"
she said, "There's no such thing,"




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