Four Eyes

One September morning when I was five

My daddy said, ''Son, rise from your bed.''

I thought, I must be dreaming, it's still dark outside

He said, ''Son if you fall behind you'll never get ahead

Here's your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on

Here's your little brown cowboy pants, put 'em on

Here's your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself?

Get into the car, we're gone!''

We drove, it seemed like forever,

Further than I'd ever been away from home

Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me

He said, ''Son it's time to make us proud of you,

It's time to do what's right

Gonna have to learn to work hard''

I said, ''Work? What are you talking about?

You're not gonna leave me here, are you?''

He said ''Yes I am!''

And drove off into the morning light

For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk

A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand

Then I heard sweet children's voices calling

And I began to understand

They said, ''Four eyes! Look like you're still sleeping!''

''Four eyes! Look like you're dead!''

''Four eyes! Where have you been keeping yourself?''

''Look like you been whupped upside the head.''