Late night caller
It was late one night when a knock at the door
Had me wondering who it might be,
As I trampled along the hallway half asleep
An iron bar came through the glass at me.
I ducked just in time as it hit the wall
Missing my head by a mere fraction,
I shouted to my wife to call the police
But didn't get any response or reaction.
This all happened in a flash of seconds
My ticker pounded my head exploded,
He was trying to kick the door down
This son of a bitch had a gun and it was loaded.
Through the broken glass he fired a shot
Hitting me in the right shoulder,
I was terrrified as I ran up the hallway
And I was praying my wife had done as I told her.
I kept a shotgun out back in the shed
Although I wasn't thinking straight,
Our very lives depended on me
I had to surprise him and seal his fate.
I got to the shed and heard a shotgun blast
my shoulder hurt like crazy and no gun could I find,
I ran round to the front of the house and there she stood
And just said, Joe, he must have been real sick in his mind.
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