Andy Shauf - Jerry Was a Clerk Lyrics
Me and a couple friends, we had a big ideaAbout getting money and getting out of here.We were wide-eyed dreamers of wealth.We were getting tired of killing timeFilling up our heads with cheap wine.Jerry had a van so we could make our escape.He would say, 'boys our time has come to live among the privileged ones'.Now it was jerry's plan but we all agreedSkip town and split the money up evenly.Lay low 'til the winter rolled in.He said, "i know an old farmer doesn't trust the bankKeeps his money buried out behind his water tank.He told me once when he was out of his mind".'Oh boys our time has come to live among the privileged ones'Now jerry had a girl, the only one of usTo ever have one last and so no questions askedShe'd be the fourth one involved.Her name was mary-anne and she was nice enough.Always a cashier, only once in loveWith jerry - the dreamer and the clerk.Who said, 'boys our time has come to live among the privileged ones'.So on that friday night on which we all agreedWe took our shovels and crept out carefullyThrough the farmyard darker than sin.The plan went off without a hitch'Til we passed the chicken coop and mary trippedTurned the hens to sirens in the night.And when the farmhouse lights turned on,A warning shot rang out into the dawn.And we ran like hell for jerry's van,But when we arrived we were only three.And while jerry's greed fed gas to the engine,His words showed us a coward we'd never seen.As he said, "boys our time has come, we're going to save ourselves and live among the privileged ones."
