First worked on this in 2007. It's been sitting unfinished for some time. I'm contemplating dusting it off and making something of it.
I'd love to hear if it's worth the effort.
The Ballad of Geronimo Varushnakov.
Slow tempo --
If he could bet faster horses, Drive bigger cars,
Meet Faster women in higher class bars,
Oh, he’d be thanking his lucky stars
if he could have all of these things.
UPTEMPO about 20% through the end of the song.
If a Genie in a bottle came to set him free from the bleak conditions of his reality.
Or maybe if he just won the lottery, then he could be happy at last.
His Daddy once gave him some solid advice
that he really should have tried to employ.
Said “Son, it isn’t what we have that makes us happy,
it’s what we take the time to enjoy.”
But Geronimo Varushnakov was nobody's fool, and he knew better than that.
There was nothing he could do about being unhappy, his luck was just incredibly bad.
He wasn’t about to be grateful for things he already had.
Geronimo is waiting for his break to arrive
saving his energy – refusing to strive.
His two goals in life are to just get by,
and to do no uncompensated good.
His Daddy once gave him some solid advice
that he really should have tried to employ.
Said “ Son, it isn’t what we have that makes us happy,
it’s what we take the time to enjoy.”
But Geronimo Varushnakov was nobodies fool, and he knew better than that.
There was nothing he could do about being unhappy, his luck was just incredibly bad.
He wasn’t about to be grateful for things he already had.
Well, bless his heart and damn his hide.
You just don’t know how hard his Daddy tried.
To lend a hand and help Geronimo decide
to make something good of his life.
His Daddy once gave him some solid advice
that he really should have tried to employ.
He said “Son, it isn’t what we have that makes us happy,
it’s what we take the time to enjoy.”
But Geronimo Varushnakov was nobodies fool, and he knew better than that.
There was nothing he could do about being unhappy, his luck was just incredibly bad.
He wasn’t about to be grateful for the things he already had.
Lyrics by Verlon L. Gates.
Copyright 2007 Verlon L. Gates