Went down to the river
Went to see cousin Joe
A mean ol coot
With a heart of gold
He'd been hurt
By some woman long ago
He closed himself off
And spent his love fishin'
Cleet, that's what Joe was called
Always smiled at the sun
And cussed the fish
He could throw together
A gourmet meal in a dash
But always ate
With his fingers
He loved to tell stories
About the one that got away
And sometimes
He'd talk about fishin
Spent the day with Cleet
And left him at sundown

Went to see cousin Bell
At her uptown tony
One room studio
Nell was a painter
Of some small fame
Had one hanging
In city hall
In her hometown of 200
Sweet Nell was working
A new piece
Called it "Apogee"
Looked a lot like
An off color rainbow to me
She gushed and talked
About the society news
That and her oils
Was all she new
Ever since The Jackass left her
Ages ago
Locked here in her highrise
She doesn't see
She's locked her heart away

Got a call
From my good friend Fred
He said he had a new girl
He said he was in love
Now Fred wasn't the sharpest tool
His light was rather dim
He'd been hurt
So many times
He'd lost count ages ago
Fred couldn't sing
Sure couldnt dance
But he knew how to love
He knew how to give
And he was never afraid
To take a chance
He'd called to get me
To help him to celebrate
He called to share his joy

Well that was my weekend
That's how I spent my time
It was a grand weekend
Full of laughter, life
And grace
I came away wiser
But not because of what you think
I came away happy
Because of what I heard