[The Rez]

Grannie's Song:

The chorus is a toast often proposed by my first wife's mother. I wrote the verses when I was 18.
Tonite out of need.

HERE'S TO YOU . . .

Upon my way to Saturday
I met a Man returning
A smaller Man with yearning eyes
Who I perceived to be less wise than I

Instructing Him to step aside
He looked insted between my eyes
Straight to my surprize
Offering wine and wisdom as He said,

(Chorus)

"Here's to you as good as you are.
Here's to me, as bad as I am.
But as good as you are and as bad as I am,
I'm as good as you are
As bad as I am"

And I begin to understand
There is no one I can command.

Further down The Road I met a man
Taller man, w/ burning eyes
Perceived himself to be more wise than I.
Instructing me to step aside
I looked, instead, between his eyes
Straight to his surprize
Preserving wine and wisodm as I said,

(Chorus)

And I begin to understand
There is no one I can command

Yes, I begin to understand
There is no one we can command

Now, on The Road we meet many men.
Some wise. Some not.
Some tall. Some not so tall.
Or so it will seem.

Let us be shown by others
When we are to blind to see
Just as we show others,
Think, you please with me,

(Chorus)

And I begin to understand
There is no one I can command

Yes, I begin to understand
There is no one we can command

In time, we all must understand
There is no one we can command

The Rez