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LAST SLICE OF HEAVEN
As recorded by Jack McKeon
(2024 release)
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
On a perfect bluebird morning, working till the afternoon
He'll take a thermos full of coffee, and a mandolin playing out of tune
He wasn't Bill Monroe, he never sung a note that wasn't flat
On rented land he's grown a bit more food than he could eat
So he'll sell the rest on Sunday, can whatever he can keep
Tomatoes, corn and beans, potatoes and winter greens on an acre and a half
But now the land that he's been working is worth more than he could need
If selling out's surrender, is leaving like defeat?
[Chorus]
Cause in a world that's always changing, what it means to be the same
He knows spit and polish cleans up, the stuff they'd rather throw away
To make an honest living, where the honest few are found
Takes more than prayers and loans, to keep your boots on solid ground
On the Last Slice of Heaven in this town
[Mandolin Solo]
[Verse 2]
Tobacco barn's full up with a crop of auto parts
There's a broken antique thresher, now the Oldsmobile won't start
The county's creepin' in, says they oughta go condemn that old place
The new neighbors never wave to him as he walks along the road
He goes over to the Legion, drinks a beer and goes back home
All alone he sits in silence, his life like a reminder of what's changed
Cause every fields a row of houses waiting to be built,
Ain't no such thing as empty space 'til you need something to fill
[Chorus]
Cause in a world that's always changing, what it means to be the same
He knows spit and polish cleans up, the stuff they'd rather throw away
To make an honest living, where the honest few are found
Takes more than prayers and loans, to keep your boots on solid ground
On the Last Slice of Heaven
On the Last Slice of Heaven in this town
[Outro]