Lyrics: Nina Van Horn

Music: John H. Schiessler

BOTH SIDES

Ever since he was a little boy

He loved to watch his mom

Used her red lipstick as a toy

And played on his little drum

 

When he fought as an Indian

Cowboy eyes light up in him

He had no explanation

He had guilt in first degree

 

No, you can’t choose both sides

Of a shining moon

Mama told me that’s a good way to rule

No you can’t choose both rides

Like you do

You can’t choose both sides

In that crowded pool.

 

 

Tormented by the girls

Just to Put a smile on his daddy’s face

Crazy 'bout satin and pearls

He knows he must be a disgrace

 

When the night is pushing hard

When he’s too hot to stay home

A quick embrace as a reward

And a bitter heart when it is done.

 

No, you can’t choose both sides

Of a shining moon

Mama told me that’s a good way to rule

No you can’t choose both rides

Like you do

You can’t choose both sides

In that crowded pool.

© Wolf Sander