Talkin' Phone Scam Blues

Well my mother’s father was not quite a simple man
I always say the bad comes from the good
My mama says he had an artist’s hands
But he kept his house by cutting wood
Then when things got lean at the stud mill I guess he wasn’t much around
He told my mama when she went to track him down
Ohhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
He told my mama then that time would sort it out
Ohhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
He told me mama then that time would sort it out
Well I heard that story and I thought, ugh, I’m gonna start an IRS sting
Got a few thousand phone numbers, got my boys to make them ring
So I could by a fine hotel back in Boise for my sweet Beverly
Marble halls would be all she’d ever have to see
Then one someone traced our number, man, I just couldn’t make the call
She put her finger to my lips and said she’d take the fall
Ohhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I told my baby then that time would sort it out
Ohhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I told my baby then that time would sort it out
I said, 'it's the end of days, baby, you could only hold what’s in your hands
Leave your treasure beneath your pillow and lose what you can'
Well, she said, 'shut up baby, leave me to my simple dreams
I’ve seen the blood on the streets and I gotta know what it means
The only flags that I see flying are hanging out of stretch limousines
We gotta get there, man, they’re the ones who can’t see the seams'
Ohhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I told my baby then that time would sort it out
Ohhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I told my baby then that time would sort it out