Parkland

Intro: verse 1 Sun thru the window like a boogeyman Unfinished curtains on the nightstand Alarm clock bounces off my head Phone is ringing beside my bed My son is dressed and waitin' on the step It's the head nurse calling from Parkland verse 2 I got a kid, his name's John-John Born the same day as the President's son Today's the day of the big parade But they're short at work and its double pay That means a scooter on your birthday But the president'll have to wait?... verse 3 Take public transit one oh nine Bounce out at the Parkland sign Bring him to work and show him around Grab that bucket, mop and gown Towels, bedsheets, blankets and diapers Wheeling him 'round in the laundry hamper Solo verse 4 John was the Prez, a mop was Jackie K. We were a two-man motorcade A girl stop skipping watch us shoot past he blew a kiss and then thru the glass of emergency doors we turned to see Blood and roses, guns and grief Blood and roses, guns and grief? Verse 5 Bring him in and lay him down John, bring the surgeon's gloves and gowns through the black suits dartin' to and fro I could see her shaking and alone "John-John put that bullet back and offer Mrs Kennedy your hand Hold it tight 'til her cryin's done And don't look back, I won't be long..." Solo Verse 6 I brought fresh linen for the President I watched the doctors pronounce him dead Then a light voice said "Is this your son? He held my hand and my cryin's done" Then John-John said "you better get along You've got a birthday to plan when you get home?..." Solo Verse 7 She bent down and kissed my John-John's face Smoothed her bloody dress into place And with her son's love as her staff She lifted a nation upon her back She turned and nodded; we nodded back As they carried her husband from Parkland... Solo Outro John-John put that bullet back?!