I CALL MY SHOTS IN GOOD TIME……(one fine story song of mine).

Chorus:I call my shots in good time

           In good time,God is my judge

           Come one and all in sweet prime

           In sweet prime,goodwill I budge

First Verse:The clouds were full of rage in the  
                  heat of that day

                 The townhall was filled all age men, 
                 women and children at bay

                 Many tried to stop John Cooper from 
                 cocking his evil gun

                 Only to realise in wonder he will not 
                 listen to anyone

With a good aim he shot his own son by accident

The real target among the lot was someone so innocent

Whose daddy just looked on humming his heartcry to God

Oh dear Lord hear my plea my son is out this one is odd

(Repeat chorus………………………………………..)

Second Verse:A crime committed in the backyard
                   of John Cooper Demarus

                   Will not have been the trumpcard 
                   of discussion in Belarus

                   Sometimes it’s good to let go and 
                   let right take it’s own course

                   Tommy Lee Johnston pleaded no 
                   that the verdict was by force

In the midst of this confusion Cooper’s son was on a flight

Running away from his misdeeds at broad daylight

With his back against persuasion by a massive shootout

He gunned down his only son in a fatal route

(Repeat chorus………………………………………..)

Footnote:I enjoy writing story songs like this one and hope to come up with more of such that have meaningful life lessons to teach a lifetime………………..lol!