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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Acoustic Guitar
Randall Waller
Randall Waller
Background Vocals
Vince Santoro
Vince Santoro
Background Vocals
Barbara Santoro
Barbara Santoro
Background Vocals
Will Kimbrough
Will Kimbrough
Electric Guitar
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Paul Leim
Paul Leim
Drums
Billy Livesy
Billy Livesy
Organ
Michael Rhodes
Michael Rhodes
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Producer
Pete Coleman
Pete Coleman
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cool as a rule you don't learn in no school
You can't brown nose a teacher from a dunce hat stool
It's the hum and the rhythm of the birds and the bees
The mama's and the papa's, and the monkeys in the trees
[Verse 2]
Brothers and the sisters living life on the street
Play the hunch, pull the punch, you'll never get beat
By the junk food, tattooed white dude, true blued
Honkey with an attitude coming unglued
[Verse 3]
Fate's right hand, I don't understand at all
[Verse 4]
Billy loves women like a junky loves dope
Give him just enough rope, monkey's gonna choke
She's a Bill Blass combo, maxed out mambo
DKNY caught him in a lie
[Verse 5]
Ken Starr, word, man, were talking absurd
Spending forty million dollars just to give the man the bird
He's a king she's a queen, the rap won't stick
Get it on with a rubber and you won't get sick
[Verse 6]
Fate's right hand, I don't understand at all
[Verse 7]
Redrum, dot com, dim sum, smart bombs
Double cappuccino and a heart like a tom-tom
Ozone long gone, that's it, I quit
Natural inclination says,"Enough of this"
[Verse 8]
Brat pack, black jack, heart attack, crack
We need another news channel like a hole in the back
There's a 187 on the 405
We all go to Heaven on a hard disk drive
[Verse 9]
Fate's right hand, I don't understand at all
[Verse 10]
Hard rain, fish seine, hurricane Jane
Don't forget about Carla when you're talking about he poon tang
Slow song on the bone, rec-hall dance
Double date Debbie with a pole in my pants
[Verse 11]
First come love like it always did
Or we wouldn't be talking 'bout The Houston kid
Po-dunk, piss-chunk, old dead, skunk drunk
Trot-line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk
[Verse 12]
Fate's right hand, I don't understand at all
Fate's right hand, man, I don't understand at all
Written by: Rodney Crowell
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