Headin' For The Hills

I’ve abandoned my misbehaving golf clubs at a local pawnshop and am heading to the high country to chill for a few days. So, I’ll leave you with a new version of
The Band’s “Up on Cripple Creek”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EisXJSsULGM


If I get out of this madness, you know where I want to go?
Far from those melanoma doctors, to a beach in Mexico
To The Hotel Melanoma, little beach resort where I can chill
They told me just to check on in, I might never have to pay the bill

It’s a chemo week, it bends me
If I spring a leak, docs mend me
And I can’t seem to speak, words de-“friend” me
A four-day scream if I ever did see one

Bad luck had just stung me, to the clinic I did go
They bet on Stage IV to win if my CT scans started to glow
The odds weren’t in my favor, they had me four to one
When those scans came back, all were negative, sure enough I had won

It’s a chemo week, it bends me
If I spring a leak, docs mend me
And I can’t seem to speak, words de-“friend” me
A four-day scream if I ever did see one

I ran up all of these billings, and insurance tried to deny half
We call them up and get old while on hold, just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world, I sure would like to see
That's when that insurance of mine pays a claim before I plead

It’s a chemo week, it bends me
If I spring a leak, docs mend me
And I can’t seem to speak, words de-“friend” me
A four-day scream if I ever did see one

Now me and my doc were talkin’ one day, ‘bout new trial stats on his flock
I said, "I don't get one thing you say, but I love to hear you talk"
Those stats just gave my heart a throb, to the bottom of my feet
And I swore as I took another look, black cancer might be beat

It’s a chemo week, it bends me
If I spring a leak, docs mend me
And I can’t seem to speak, words de-“friend” me
A four-day scream if I ever did see one

Saw some docs out in Colorado and my cancer’s been stopped cold
But the dining at this Hotel’s getting pretty old
So I guess I'll call up the Concierge, tell him I'll be ord’ring in
And you know, deep down, I'm kind of guessin’
I’ll have to kick black cancer again.

It’s a chemo week, it bends me
If I spring a leak, docs mend me
And I can’t seem to speak, words de-“friend” me
A four-day scream if I ever did see one