"The Ballad of Frank & Billy Buck" lyrics
The old man drank beer nearly every single day
That's how he chose to spend his hard-earned pension pay
Frank Blakey was his God-given name
But he died just giving some folks a ride
And old Frank had a dog going with him in his truck
He was just an old mutt, but he called him Billy Buck
A better dog, you'd be hard pressed to find
But he died just being Franky's pup
A couple of kids holding out their thumbs
That look in their eyes that said, "I'm on the run"
The girl in the store let 'em use the phone
But it looked like they were on their own
They said, "Can we have a ride just over the mountainside?
Oh, can we go with you just down the road a ways?"
Well, Frank said, "I just filled up, hop in this pickup truck
Don't mind the dog, that's just old Billy Buck"
"Will you hand me a beer, dear, if you please?
Well, you know that's what I use on Buck for fleas
And the ticks been awful bad this year
Wouldn't want my friend to get Lyme disease
I cut this wood three days ago
Oh man, I hate the, job but it beats a hole
Now say, my friends, where do you live?
If you're in a spot, I have enough to give"
They said, "Can we have a ride just over the mountainside?
Oh, can we go with you just down the road a ways"
Well, Frank said, "I just filled up, hop in this pickup truck
But don't mind the dog, that's just old Billy Buck"
Well, the kids sat around and let Frank do the talkin'
Well, they wondered now if they would've been better off walkin'
He was bitchin' 'bout some old girlfriend
But they decided it was Franky's time to end
They came to a wide spot there in the road
And with the swing of a wide old club, they knocked him cold
Frank Blakeley's blood was on the side of his truck
All he could say was, "What about old Buck?"
They were looking for a ride just over the mountainside
So Frank just took 'em right down the road a ways
And Frank slid in the mud and so his pickup truck
And they even got ahold of Billy Buck
All Frank ever had was a truck and Billy Buck
That's how he chose to spend his hard-earned pension pay
Frank Blakey was his God-given name
But he died just giving some folks a ride
And old Frank had a dog going with him in his truck
He was just an old mutt, but he called him Billy Buck
A better dog, you'd be hard pressed to find
But he died just being Franky's pup
A couple of kids holding out their thumbs
That look in their eyes that said, "I'm on the run"
The girl in the store let 'em use the phone
But it looked like they were on their own
They said, "Can we have a ride just over the mountainside?
Oh, can we go with you just down the road a ways?"
Well, Frank said, "I just filled up, hop in this pickup truck
Don't mind the dog, that's just old Billy Buck"
"Will you hand me a beer, dear, if you please?
Well, you know that's what I use on Buck for fleas
And the ticks been awful bad this year
Wouldn't want my friend to get Lyme disease
I cut this wood three days ago
Oh man, I hate the, job but it beats a hole
Now say, my friends, where do you live?
If you're in a spot, I have enough to give"
They said, "Can we have a ride just over the mountainside?
Oh, can we go with you just down the road a ways"
Well, Frank said, "I just filled up, hop in this pickup truck
But don't mind the dog, that's just old Billy Buck"
Well, the kids sat around and let Frank do the talkin'
Well, they wondered now if they would've been better off walkin'
He was bitchin' 'bout some old girlfriend
But they decided it was Franky's time to end
They came to a wide spot there in the road
And with the swing of a wide old club, they knocked him cold
Frank Blakeley's blood was on the side of his truck
All he could say was, "What about old Buck?"
They were looking for a ride just over the mountainside
So Frank just took 'em right down the road a ways
And Frank slid in the mud and so his pickup truck
And they even got ahold of Billy Buck
All Frank ever had was a truck and Billy Buck
