On That Hill

John spilled wine in the presbytery

And he blamed the stain on a cheeky fairy

With little red prints on the side of the window sill

To this day he will bring it up

When we pour some wine into his cup

He'll tell it again and then he'll drink his fill

And he digs his grave and he dies there on that hill

When I was a boy, I had screwed up luck

I shot out the window of my Daddy's truck

There was glass in the gravel, and a bb in the dash

And a lie crept outa my crooked mouth

And sweat dripped from my bushy brow

And to this day, Daddy won't believe me still

So I dug my grave and I died there on that hill

One of these days I'll know more than I think

Like last night's dinner in the bottom of the kitchen sink

I'll take my time

When the sun goes down and it's sinking fast

There'll I be just waving back

In my grave right there on that hill

Charlie said a prayer in Vietnam

When angels in the air saved him from the bombs

When he survived, he swore he'd love the lord

But he'd sleep all day and he'd lie all night

And he'd lie about the poison he gave his wife

When he died, we were shocked he wasn't killed

So we dug his grave and he's buried on that hill