It's true that each member of the Thomas clan has a
unique way of expressing himself. For example, I post things to this Web site.
My Uncle Russ, on the other hand, has written letters to the M&M/Mars chocolate
company on the topic of "Siamese M&Ms"those rare, freak-of-nature
candies that actually contain two peanut centers. To each his own.
My Uncle Earl's chosen means of expression is song. Earl's original
composition below, titled "Drivin' Down the Road," was unveiled at the 2003 Thomas Family Clambake. Performed by the
songwriter himself, it was warmly received by all in attendance. Even
M&M-obsessed Russ praised the song, in his own unique way, by saying that it
"melts in your mouth, not in your hands." |
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An Original Song by Earl Thomas |
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I was drivin' down the road in my Toyota van,
Yea drivin' down the road, tryin' to understand
Tell me how can it be that in this family
Everybody's crazy all except for me |
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I was drivin' down the road, thinkin'
'bout Brother John,
Yea drivin' down the road, and wonderin' what he's on
Now in case you didn't know, he voted for Ross Perot
& drives a little green bug where ever he goes |
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I was drivin' down the road, thinkin' 'bout
Brother Glenn,
I've always thought I knew him since way back when
Cause he walks the straight & narrow and he's nobody's fool
That's why I was surprised when he went to dancin' school |
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Now I'm ridin' down the road, with Sister
Marguerite,
She's drivin' kinda fast, and I'm gettin' cold feet
She must be doin' eighty, the gas is on the floor
I hear the sirens howlin'; I don't want to ride no more |
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I was drivin' down the road, thinkin' 'bout
brother Russ,
And how he loves to argue with the rest of us
There isn't any subject on which he won't expound
I've even heard him argue with no one else around |
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I was drivin' down the road, thinkin' 'bout my
Dad,
He's always complainin' 'bout things that make him mad
The media's all liberal and there's nothin' on TV
So why he keeps on watchin' is a mystery to me |
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I was drivin' down the road, thinkin' 'bout my
Mom,
She's always sweet and nice, always cool and calm
Then just the other day while we were playing cards
Marguerite was whinin' and Russ was braggin' hard
And Dad was goin' on about some nonsense and such
And somewhere in all that noise it became too much
Yea I saw my Mama lose it as she turned to me and said
Why don't you write a song and rip 'em all to shreds |
Chorus
Tell me how can it be that in this family
Everybody's crazy all except for me
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