Everyone is asleep, except for us.
And a lot more drinks we’ll have.
Cousin you ask me “How I’ve been?”
I tell you I’m down and out.
You offer me a place to stay in the big city.
I‘m a country boy not used to the city and the excuses I make.
But what I want to say is I don’t need your charity.
Your charity always has a price to pay.
And so I say, cousin let me express this to you.
Picture- I’m a cowboy hopelessly lost in a desert.
On my person, I carry a pistol with one round and an empty canteen.
If I don’t find water I will surely die, and so you find me already half-dead.
You offer to fill my canteen, but I have a premonition.
That little amount of water you give me
Will forever change my life and from that point my life will be better.
All the riches I ever wanted, I will receive.
A beautiful wife and children.
A house with a two car garage.
But, the price I’d pay
Is for you to constantly remind me of the water that you gave me.
The premonition must be true.
So, instead I elect to throw my canteen aside.
I reach for my holster and unsheathe my pistol.
I slowly raise it to my temple and I squeeze the trigger.
Cousin, how disgusted you look and you reply.
“That’s so stupid we’re family!”
“I guess you’re right” I say.
And so I think to myself, we really can’t choose our family.