Chase Jedick's Songs

Rob Casey
Album: "The Bitter and the Unbelievable"
© 2004 Chase Andrew Jedick

Well it was high time that he’d settled down.
But no one was there to put his foot down
And make Rob Casey just settle down,
No not in that town.

Well Rob lived in Couton all of his life.
He had a good father, and he had a good wife.
In this little town, Rob grew up a star.
He had the best friends, best girls, best car.

The paint’s drying on the door steps.
He’s still making footprints with goosesteps.
Impressing all the cats with his forceps.

Old Casey grew up to be a cop.
The boy was a drinker who collected bottle tops.
He married his girl, and a child she bore;
While old Casey went off to fight in the war.

“I killed twelve men,” he wrote in a letter.
“He made twelve beds” would have been putting it better.
Between a hero and a liar is such a thin line;
But Casey was a hero in the local mind.

The paint’s drying on the door steps.
He’s still making footprints with goosesteps.
Impressing all the cats with his forceps.

When Casey returned, things got bad.
He kept a-drinkin’ like he always had.
His actions got dark; behavior, obscene.
His wife grew weary, and Casey got mean!

It was the worst damned thing they had ever seen.
The cops cleaned up where Mrs. Casey’s body had been.
They wouldn’t tell a soul, they solemnly swore.
Rob’s wife was never seen in Couton no more.