Percy McCoy - Kickin' The Bucket

We at Big And Tall Records were glad to see Percy McCoy submit his latest song to us. Percy's been MIA for a while. He did let us know that he was going through some personal demons, but we told him take as long as he needed. We'd be waiting when he came back.

Kickin' The Bucket, his newest song is, despite the title, an upbeat account of where he's at right now. his guitar licks are as good as ever, backup band is in fine form, and the song lyrics are typical Percy; interesting, if profane. The bar he sings about is one he went to for 'Midget Bowling' as described in his song Somethin' To Do With My Time. So we'll see what's next for Percy, and await his next good descriptive song! 

I wait for Saturday night, head on out 

I’m feelin’ pretty good again. 

It’s time to drink, have a good time 

See how much trouble I get in. 

 

Still a might depressed, but fuck it! 

Git on out of town and duck it! 

Ya gotta git along, 

and sing yer song

 Before you end up kickin’ the bucket! 

 

 Tootlin’ down the road, enjoyin’ the ride 

The bar is a few miles down the road 

Listenin’ to country music, good and loud 

Gettin’ rid of heartache I stowed. 

 

 Still a might depressed, but fuck it! 

Git on out of town and duck it! 

Ya gotta git along, 

and sing yer song

 Before you end up kickin’ the bucket!

 

 I git down to the bar, the gang remembers me. 

I sit and the bartender gives me a beer 

He said, “Where the hell ya been, we’ve missed ya! 

Been a long time since ya been here!” 

 

Told him I hit a rough patch, 

Stayed home with the door latched 

Knew I couldn’t win, 

Wouldn’t let nobody in

 Didn’t even want any snatch! 

 

“When’s the bowlin’ start?”I asked. 

“Been lookin’ forward all week long. 

Put my money down on the cute little blonde 

Got to know her, we really got along! 

 

The bartender said with a frown S

aid the cops had shut it down 

They said it would reflect 

A sign of disrespect 

They didn’t want that workin’ in the town. 

 

The bartender ducked behind the bar 

Came up with a small piece of paper. 

“Asked ‘bout you all the time, 

Said to call her, make it sooner than later. 

 

The paper was folded real tight 

Opened it and saw in the light 

Her number wrote in parts 

Decorated with hearts 

Wondered if she’d come out tonight. 

 

I took out my phone, started to call

Then I thought what would I say?

 It’s been two months since I been here,

 Would she still want to see me anyway?

 

 I kind of hesitate, but dammit! 

Take this lack of confidence and cram it!

 How’m I gonna see 

If she still wants to see me 

So I put the number in my phone and jam it! 

 

 Didn’t get an answer right then 

I think ‘bout things, and begin 

To discover I been missin’ 

Her company and kissin’ 

 But I’ll keep tryin’ again and again.