Four Eyes

One September morning when I was fiveMy daddy said, "Son, rise from your bed."I thought, I must be dreaming, it's still dark outsideHe said, "Son if you fall behind you'll never get aheadHere's your little brown cowboy shirt, put it onHere's your little brown cowboy pants, put 'em onHere's your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself?Get into the car, we're gone!"We drove, it seemed like forever,Further than I'd ever been away from homeThen my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to meHe said, "Son it's time to make us proud of you,It's time to do what's rightGonna have to learn to work hard"I said, "Work? What are you talking about?You're not gonna leave me here, are you?"He said "Yes I am!"And drove off into the morning lightFor a while I stood there, on the sidewalkA Roy Rogers lunch pail in my handThen I heard sweet children's voices callingAnd I began to understandThey said, "Four eyes! Look like you're still sleeping!""Four eyes! Look like you're dead!""Four eyes! Where have you been keeping yourself?""Look like you been whupped upside the head."