One september morning when I was five
My daddy said, son, rise from your bed.
I thought, I must be dreaming, its still dark outside
He said, son if you fall behind youll never get ahead
Heres your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on
Heres your little brown cowboy pants, put em on
Heres your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself?
Get into the car, were gone!

We drove, it seemed like forever,
Further than Id ever been away from home
Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me
He said, son its time to make us proud of you,
Its time to do whats right
Gonna have to learn to work hard
I said, work? what are you talking about?
Youre not gonna leave me here, are you?
He said yes I am!
And drove off into the morning light

For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk
A roy rogers lunch pail in my hand
Then I heard sweet childrens voices calling
And I began to understand
They said, four eyes! look like youre still sleeping!
Four eyes! look like youre dead!
Four eyes! where have you been keeping yourself?
Look like you been whupped upside the head.