I remember what my daddy taught me 'bout how warm whiskey is in a cold ditch
And one more thing about good and evil: you can't tell which is which
Well if the rest is lost to history or maybe wasted on a fool like me
I got these bare bones, he left me something after all.
Old Hamlet's done now, dead and gone and there's no ghost walks
Poor Yorick tells ya everything he knows with no tongue to talk
It seems the truth is hidden where the sun don't shine
And I'm never certain if it's theirs or mine
But it's the bare bones, they give you that much after all.
They preached the gospel down in Metairie
They preached it in school
It never made much sense to me
Wonder if it was supposed to
You go on down to millionaire's row, watch a while, and tell me what you see
The truth itself is nothing but a gamble, it might or might not set you free
I guess my old man was hard to read
And I don't really know what I believe
But in these bare bones, there's somethin' lovely after all
