Written in response to the death of Lewis Grizzard, a humorist from Georgia. His thrice-weekly newspaper column was an integral part of my literary diet. He suffered from heart problems, and was warned of the possible dangers before a fourth operation. Asked if he had any questions, he responded, "Just one: When the next bus to Albuquerque?"
lyrics
lewis, i read about your death
i'll have to say it hit me hard
for if ever i needed to hear your voice
it would have been today
i heard you asked
so i'll ask it for my own
when she coming 'round
to take this poor boy home
when's the next bus to albuquerque?
may i join you for the ride?
for part of you is buried within me
and part of me, with you, died
i didn't want a sad song
i feel like i'm selling you short
for how much more you were to me
but with this sadness
i bid a last farewell
to the friend you didn't know you were to me
oh lewis, you were a friend to me
credits
from five songs by Fester,
released September 1, 1995
Lyric and music by Joey Fester
Joey Fester - vocal, guitar, keyboard
Keith Fester - drums and cream soda
Scot Jenkins - bass guitar
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