I think that in the future when people ask me
what was it like during the war
I’m going to play this song for them.
Thank you Ronnie Ray for being a voice for us now.
“Empty Chairs”
Center stage has changed so many times with the Bush administration, it’s as if one act leaves, and instantly another takes its place. The bail out, the economy, has now taken front and center leaving those who were sent to find WMD’s and bring Bush’s brand of democracy to Iraq… the forgotten ones.
I for one won’t forget, and hope you all remember names like Rumsfeld, Cheney, Rice, Powell, and the great and powerful Oz himself, George W. Bush. History will not be kind, that is if we have any history left.
I wish you all a full tank and a full belly.
Ronnie Ray Jenkins
“Empty Chairs”
The old fat men in Washington
Sit round and order up young guns,
And blame it all on 9-1-1
Their drumbeats rattle on and on.
With slapped high-fives from greasy palms
An pockets stuffed with corporate funds
Protecting their daughters, protecting their sons
Their drumbeats rattle on and on.
Somewhere in some town today
Called anywhere, USA
A family sits with heads bowed down
The drumbeats rattle on and on.
Chorus:
Empty chairs in the kitchen
Empty chairs in the hall
Empty chairs by the thousands,
They heeded the call.
Trusting those in suits and ties
Believing in their bloody lies
In God, we trusted Washington
Their drumbeats rattle on and on.
The chair that once was Johnny’s,
Where he ate his apple pie
Sets empty since last Friday
His mother told me as she cried.
She said, her boy died somewhere out there
Among the dates and palms
Forgotten down in Washington
The drumbeats rattle on and on.
Repeat Chorus:
Irregular Bones 