Cowboy Junkies - Parkland lyrics

Sun through the window like a boogey man Unfinished curtains on the nightstand Alarm clock bounces off my head Phone is ringing beside my bed My son is dressed and waiting on the step It’s the head nurse calling from Parkland I got a kid. His name’s John-John Born the same day as the President’s son Today is the day of the big parade But they’re short at work and it’s double pay That means a new scooter on your birthday But the President will have to wait… Take Public Transit 109 Bounce out at the Parkland sign Bring him to work and show him ‘round Grab that bucket, mop, and gown Towels, bed sheets, blankets and diapers Wheel him ‘round in the laundry hamper John was the Prez, a mop was Jackie K. We were a two-man motorcade A girl stopped skipping to watch us shoot past He blew her a kiss and then through the gla** Of the emergency doors we turned to see Blood and roses, guns and grief Bring him in and lay him down John, bring the surgeons gloves and gowns! Through the black suits darting to and fro I could see her shaking and alone “John-John put that bullet back And offer Mrs. Kennedy your hand Hold it tight ‘till her cryin’s done And don’t look back, I won’t be long…” I brought fresh linen for the President I watched the doctors pronounce him dead Then a light voice said, “Is this your son? He held my hand and my cryin’s done.” Then John-John said, “You better get along, You’ve got a birthday to plan when you get home…” She bent down and kissed my John-John’s face Smoothed her bloody dress into place And with her son’s love as her staff She lifted a nation upon her back She turned and nodded, we nodded back As they carried her husband from Parkland… John-John put that bullet back!