genre: Acoustic Country
Come On Helen
Come On Helen by Bill Thompson
Helen left me last Friday Night,
Said she didn’t love me cause all we do is fight.
Packed up the kids and pulled out the Chevy,
People let me tell you that’s when my drinkin’ got heavy
Come on Helen, don’t pull that trigger
I’ve been sittin’ on the back porch suckin’ on a jigger
Of good ole home corn squeezin’ whiskey, instead of squeezing you.
Figured Helen’s at her ma’s, after leaving me flat
Like she was last time and the time before that.
Meanwhile got a jug from a friend named Bill
Who got himself a still up on Thompson Hill.
So me and the jug we settled in
Me sittin’ on the back porch with my evil twin,
Ten days later I gave Helen a call,
Told me to fuck off and say “Hey!” to y’all.
About one month later, things began to unravel
When I heard the sound of tires on gravel.
Took a look outside to see who had come,
It was Helen on a mission with a double-barrel shotgun.
I said, “I missed you baby” you know it’s true
She said “I got two shots and I won’t miss you!”
“You know I ain’t worth doin’ life in prison,
Yeah, I’m to blame and would you please just listen.”
I know my drinking’s got outta control,
And on our family, it’s taken a toll.
I’m sorry to cause all this pain and sorrow,
Swear I’ll straighten things out if you come back tomorrow.
Music, lyrics and performance by Bill Thompson. This was a song I first wrote over 50 years ago, but over time some of the original lyrics were lost and forgotten, so I decided to revisit it and record it before it was lost again. Features my live performance, just to keep things simple with a kind of countrified swing vibe I was seeking. Hope you enjoy it for what it is, a silly little ditty! lol