Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed
A middle-class guy, who always kept his family fed,
And then one day he was putting in a pool
to add value to him home, but then he struck crude…

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea. Which trades at NEGATIVE 35 a gallon.


Well the next thing you know ol’ Jed has lost his home,
Because his land was making oil and its value couldn’t hold
And as every gallon bubbled it’s way up from under ground
Ol Jed became scared debt collectors would becomin round…

His home, that is. Which was upside down on its mortgage. He was overly leveraged. He would never financially recover from this.

So Jed freaked out and left town in a jiff,
He left his neighbors and their friends, left his wife and his kids,
They all went a-lookin for ol Jed but before too long,
They stopped looking and went on as if he was never born.

Fuck that guy. His wife remarried. A black guy, not that that’s relevant.

So Jed changed his name to Tim and moved to ol’ Key West.
And lives with an alcoholic that has tattoos on her chest,
And when he thinks of his life and how it became so foiled,
He knows he’d still be happy if he hadn’t struck oil.

He’s thinking about killin’ himself. Things have gotten real dark. He sees no hope.

Y’all come back now, y’hear?