Mr Jerry's Ghost

5 am a baby cries a hand gun fires outside Across the street The mother wakes up from her sleep He’s been away since yesterday She knows he’s probably drunk and now she’s wide awake, watchin lights flash out the window while she, Tries to calm the baby down, hopin it’s not her missin husband on the ground He wakes up with a hurtin head Handcuffed to a hospital bed And a long line, of People happy he’s still alive Tracin back his misplaced steps With one long instance wiped clean from his head, now he might be, bet•ter off dead The headlines print the almost tragedy Drunk man breaks in, accidentally Jerry White was sixty-eight Gun club, NRA stamped on his license plate Dropped the charges the same day Said he’s usually a better shot Said he mighta had a second thought Hard to know for sure, with someone kickin down your door Lucky for him the bullets missed his heart It’s hard to recognize your drunk ass neighbor in the dark The young man paid the damage off Hasn’t had one drop, since those two shots Spose to kill him dead, some how saved his life instead But January brought a bitter rain, the sirens came But this time, they were just too late, Old man Jerry’s heart gave way Now every morning the boy stares down the road And says a prayer for Mr. Jerry’s ghost