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Words
Verse 1
Cal, I counted up the Fridays and it came to more than I thought
Twelve years of somebody else's engine coming first
You had a green jacket, number nine, and a good arm on you
And I heard about it Saturday, secondhand, down the phone
I told myself the money was the same thing as being there
It ain't. I knew it then. I'm just saying it out loud now
Chorus
I'm sorry, Cal. That's the whole song, that's the size of it
There ain't a chorus big enough to put twelve years in
You don't owe me an answer and you don't owe me a call
But the shop is open Tuesdays and I'd know that truck anywhere
Verse 2
Your mother covered for me better than I ever earned
Said your daddy's working, said it kind, and it was true and it was thin
I fixed a thousand things that didn't matter to us two
And left the one thing rattling in the drive
You came through town in April and you didn't slow down
And I don't blame you, son. I'd have kept on going too
Chorus
I'm sorry, Cal. That's the whole song, that's the size of it
There ain't a chorus big enough to put twelve years in
You don't owe me an answer and you don't owe me a call
But the shop is open Tuesdays and I'd know that truck anywhere
Bridge
The blues is the only thing I own that don't try to fix it
I can't hand you back a Friday, I ain't got that tool
So I'm going to sit here in it a while and let it play
Outro
The shop is open Tuesdays, Cal
Coffee's bad, it always was
I'm sorry. That's the whole song
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