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Janet Poem
After Vietnam he came right back
To a three bedroom house on a cul de sac
He worked hard to provide for his family
And now it all seems like insanity
After thirty years, his wife is gone
He can't figure out just what went wrong
His sweet little girl went to live in Butte
Drugs and booze made her a prostitute
On the cul de sac
Sits a Caddilac
He hasn't driven
since his heart attack
His son paid for college with a tour in Iraq
He won't be coming back to the cul de sac
A suicide bomber made sure of that
Late one night in a sneak attack
He can't really understand that
But it's too quiet now on the cul de sac
He tries so hard not to look back
or think about the war in Iraq
Nothing makes much sense anymore
At least not the way it did before
When laughter rang out on the cul de sac
And he knew what was fiction and what was fact
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Janet Poem
I'm not in heaven yet
but I have a personal jet
To carry the gospel to the world
My kids are on TV
They sit right next to me
As I carry the gospel to the world
Outside my giant church
No one can find any work
And they threw rocks at
my Caddy yesterday
If they'd just "plant the right seed"
I'd tell them how to succeed
The good Lord really listens when I pray
I'm not in heaven yet
but I have a personal jet
To carry the gospel to the world
At thirty thousand feet
Life sure is awful sweet
As I carry the gospel to the world
I have three limousines
Lots of dirty magazines
As I carry the gospel to the world
I'm not in heaven yet
but I have a personal jet
Copyright © Janet | Year Posted 2006
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Janet Poem
I'm not in heaven yet
But I have a personal jet
To carry the gospel to the world
My kids are on TV
They sit right next to me
As I carry the gospel to the world
Outside my giant church
No one can find any work
They threw rocks
at my Caddy yesterday
If they'd just plant the right seed
I'd tell them how to succeed
As I carry the gospel to the world
I'm not in heaven yet
But I have a personal jet
To carry the gospel to the world
At thirty thousand feet
Life sure is awful sweet
As I carry the gospel to the world
I have three limousines
Lots of dirty magazines
As I carry the gospel to the world
The Lord is blessing me
So a blessing I can be
To carry the gospel to the world
(repeat once)
Copyright © Janet | Year Posted 2006
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