EPeople Are Crazy, Billy Curringham
This old man and me, We’re at the bar and we,
We’re havin‘ us some beers and, Swappin‘ I don’t cares,
Talkin‘ politics, Blonde and redhead chicks,
Old dogs and new tricks and, Habits we ain’t kicked.
We talked about Gods grace, And all the hell we raised,
Then I heard the old man say,
“God is great, beer is good, And people are crazy.”
He said, “I fought two wars, Been married and divorced.” I said,
“What brings you to Ohio?” He said, “Damned if I know.”
We talked an hour or two, About every girl we knew,
What all we put ‘em through, Like two old boys will do,
We pondered life and death, He lit a cigarette,
He said, “These damned things will kill me yet,
But God is great, beer is good, And people are crazy.”
*[F] Last call it’s 2:00 a.m., *[Em] I said goodbye to him,
*[Dm] I never talked to him again.
Then one sunny day, I saw the old man’s face.
Front page obituary, He was a millionaire, he,
He left his fortune to, Some guy he barely knew,
His kids were mad as hell! But me, Hey, I’m doing well.
And I dropped by today, To just say thanks and pray,
And I left a six-pack right there, on his grave and I said,
“God is great, beer is good, And people are crazy.”
“God is great, beer is good, And people are crazy.”
