Up Against the Wall

my ex called the other day
she made small talk at first
like how have you been
the last thirty odd years
and I was thinking about you
and do you still think of me
and remember that time
and did you ever grow up
and quit kissing your mama’s ass
what kind of job do you have
are you still a Jerry Jeff
wannabe cowboy boot kickin
still drinking out of your Stetson
leather vest wearin’ getting drunk
on Saturday whooho worthless
sleeping on the couch Sunday
sonofagun

strumming that internal G chord
I knew there was still a reason
to like country music.