C W McCall

C W McCall - Milton lyrics

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 NowI'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer heart

That only a few people knewta start

It all took place when our concert tour was booked at the seatac hilton? 

I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the gospel truth

Got witnesses ta prove ittoo

'cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' milton



Now milton was o-fficial tour director

Electrical piano-playin' plug connector

An' the slave-drivin'-est travel conductor

That we ever seen in our lives

He'd say "whaddya meanya need more rest? 

"the world don't care whether ya look yer best!

"simply show up promptly at six a.m. with your instruments ...and your wives!"



[choir; in sorta of "bringing in the sheaves" way]

Shall we gather at the airport? 



He'd always arrive in the nick a' time

A good five minutes ahead a' flight time

A-lookin' like he'd been drug through a needle's eye

He'd stand therestoned and about ta choke

On his egg mcmuffin an' his giant coke

An' then he'd throw all the tickets on the counter and say

"check the bags and let's fly!"

"wellwhaddya meanthis is too much weight? 

"we only got forty-six pieces a' freight!

"and if it don't gowho's gonna explain it to our fan club in tacoma? "



We'd all get embarassed an' head for the plane

While milton stood therebein' profane

But somehow he always managed ta get on board ...in sort of a coma



[choir]

When the drinks were served up yonder...



Wellwe deplaned at th' other end

All the trouble seemed to commence again

Though milton had ordered three station wagonsa pickup truck and a limo

And though he'd phoned ahead to that number two

Cussin' an' fussin' an' turnin' blue

We'd always end up with two datsoons and a pinto



Now milton took all a' that stuff in stride

Laid on the flooran' kicked an' cried

But we always looked up to him for hope and salvation

But we'd sink to the bottom a' trav'lers hell

When he'd check us in a remote motel

And he'd grab the clerk by his shirt an' tie an' say

"whaddya mean¿no reservaciónes? "



[choir]

Milton's getting bolder...



He'd shut himself in room one-oh-four

Let nobody in 'til he swept the floor

Adjusted the lampshadealigned the tvfixed the faucetcalled the promoter

"wellwhaddya mean we're the warmup show? 

"you're puttin' me on! we're starsya know!

"and this ain't the way we was treated last summer at six flags over dakota!

"now we gotta have a hunnert percent top billing

"two-thirds in advancea' courseyou silly!

"i'm sure we prefer a chauffered limosine and two air-conditioned dressing roomsplease.

"i'm what? wellso's your wife! she's not? wellto each his own.

"beg pardonstick it in my what? wellreallymerle who? "



[choir]

William morriskeep us working...



Nowmilton was a real good friend a' mine

An' we'd stuck together on down that line

But there was one or two points over which we just had to dee-bate

Like takin'-your-clothes-off-an'-hangin'-from-a-cross-in-front-a'-the-tri-county-fairgrounds

Is not necessarily an assurance that the crowd ain't gonna start throwin' tomatas

An' when ya arrive at four for a five o'clock show

An' the stage ain't built an' there's no electricity

About all ya could do is sit on yer butt an' cut bait

Howeveryou give ol' milton four strong bodiesa nine-foot granda beer and a cigarette

An' you just knew that show was gonna be ...outta state



[choir]

Bringing in the bread

Bringing in the bread...



Now one night up there in washington

We didn't get paid for a show we'd done

An' poor ol' milton couldn't live with that; his brain just shorted out.

Wellhe locked himself in the bathroom

An' then when he didn't come out for an hour an' a half

We figgered that somethin' was wrongbut we had to remove all doubt

We stood transfixed in shock and horror

When we busted down that there bathroom door

And I hope I never see a sight like that again; noI don't

There was nothin' to do but close our eyesan' bow our headsan' vocalize

With a silent five-part acapella hymnfor him



[choir]

What a friend we had in milton...



Now we're gettin' readycome next december

To put another concert tour together

And I'm sad to say ol' milton ain't a-gonna be with us

Noit ain't gonna be exactly the same

When they introduce us without his name

So miltonwherever you arewe hope you miss us!

Seemilton has moved on down the road

Over the rainbowlookin' for gold

Yeahhe's up there where the stage lights is always on

But we can't forget that curly hair

When last we saw him a-settin' there

Holdin' his tambourinesuckin' his thumban' sound asleep on the john                      
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