Raising Bob

I’m sitting in this jail cell
looking back on all my days
To my fondest memories
of Grandpa and his ways
He would take me fishing
with his good ol’ buddy James
They would laugh and joke
about my given first name

He’d tell James my folks
had always made a big mistake
That sending me to daycare
had filled me full of hate
I guess you could say
that’s when I started raising cane
And when the cork began
to bob, Grandpa always sang

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind, but now I see

Well Grandpa died about the time
I started missing school
By then the kids had tagged me
as, Bob, the back row fool
And both my older sisters
knew they’d be set for life
Because my momma taught ‘em well
about the facts of wife

Now dad, he had to work so hard
to keep us on our feet
I’d seek out the rowdy friends
as the ones to meet
I guess that you could say
that’s when I started raising cane
And when the family went to church
the back row always sang

When we’ve been here ten thousand years
Bright as the shining sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’ve first begun

I grew up and married young
while others made a dollar
With two kids and no money
my wife and me would holler
So we split up for their sake
I went from job to job
Until I found a boss that taught
me legal ways to rob

I made lots of money till
I promised in the mail
What I couldn’t deliver on
that put me in this jail
I guess that you can say
a combination of these things
Put me in this place
where slam row always sings

Through many dangers toils and snares
We have already come
It was grace that brought us safe thus far
And grace will lead us home

My pastor that baptized me
came to the jail today
And told me that sometime our lives
don’t seem to go our way
But due to good behavior
the judge, he grants your wish
Bob, you are free to go
to where your Grandpa fished

Now I’ll marry Eloise Grace
and put her in my will
And both of us can find
some time to fish at P.T. Hill
I guess that you can say
I’ll never stop raising cane
And I will always sing the hymn
my Grandpa always sang

Amazing Grace