CAN'T NOT
IT'S SATURDAY, ALMOST NOON NOW
WHY DO I GIVE UP SO SOON NOW
WHY DO I SIT DOWN TO WRITE A SONG
WHEN I COULD BE GETTING SOMETHING ELSE DONE
I COULD BE CLEANING THE BATHROOM FLOOR
OR VACUUMING CAT HAIR SOME MORE
I SHOULD BE OUT THERE DIGGING THEM WEEDS
SUCH A NICE DAY, AND SO MANY NEEDS
BUT I CAN'T NOT... THAT'S RIGHT
I CAN'T NOT... WHY FIGHT
I CAN'T NOT... WRITE THIS SONG
I CAN'T NOT... HOW CAN I GO WRONG?
I COULD BE SHOPPING, OR GETTING THE OIL CHANGED
BUT I SIT HERE WRITING, I MUST BE DERANGED
I REALLY DON'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY
BUT HERE COMES ANOTHER SONG ANYWAY
THE PLANTS ARE SHRIVLIN' AND PRETTY MUCH DEAD
SINK'S FILLED WITH DISHES I AIN'T DONE YET
I NEED TO WRITE SOME CHECKS AND GET 'EM IN THE MAIL
BUT I'LL FINISH THIS FIRST WITHOUT FAIL
CUZ I CAN'T NOT... THAT'S RIGHT
I CAN'T NOT... WHY FIGHT
I CAN'T NOT... WRITE THIS SONG
I CAN'T NOT... I GOT TO GET THIS DOWN
I COULD NEVER SING THIS WITHOUT THE BAND
CUZ I CAN'T PLAY THE BLUES WITH THESE LITTLE HANDS
SO, I'LL JUST SIT HERE SINGIN'... SINGIN' THEM BLUES
WHEN I SHOULD BE OUT THERE PAYIN' THEM DUES
BUT I CAN'T NOT... THAT'S RIGHT
I CAN'T NOT... WHY FIGHT
I CAN'T NOT... WRITE THIS SONG
I CAN'T NOT... DANG, THIS THING IS GETTING LONG...
© Leslie Frederick 1999