Hand Back The Keys — Vance Gilbert
What made you think
That gas station sushi
Was the greatest idea
On the way to the airport?
Now I’m holding your hair
And you’ve ruined your shoes
And you’re late for the flight
That connects to Columbus
I can’t wait here with you
Got that old dog at home
She’s blind and half crazy
Don’t take kindly to strangers
But she surely liked you
And them peanut butter crackers
You slipped under the table
When you first came to visit
Her tail just a waggin’
I remember that day
Now you hand back the keys
And you’re going away
If I was a gay man
My troubles would be over
I’d just date your cousin
He’s a nice enough fellow
Damn that afternoon
When he introduced us
Your eyes just like magnets
Your laughter like church bells
We talked until sunup
Next thing I knew
We were hauling that mattress
That we bought together
From the roof of your car
Clear ‘cross the avenue
Scuffed up the edges
When it dragged on the sidewalk
Then up three flights of stairs
And to the end of the hall
Now you hand back the keys
Like that was nothing at all
Now you pat yourself down
In a big wide-eyed panic
All your ID and tickets
Phone and your passport
On top of the dresser
You just now remembered
So I take the next exit
And turn us around
And we’ll try this tomorrow
Or the next day I’m free
We’ll call up the airline
For a refund and see
If they’ll rebook that ticket
‘Til then you’ll need these
Credits:
VANCE - vocals, acoustic guitar,
CRAIG AKIN - upright bass
MARCO GIOVINO - drums
DENNIS MONTGOMERY III - Hammond B2
JOE K. WALSH - mandolin
SAM MARGOLIS - tambourine
LORI MCKENNA - backing vocal