Song Description

Working man's song - when everything goes wrong - his family/wife makes everything alright.

Lyrics

        S.O.L.

c2017 Ryan/Plimmer

I was in a cool dream, shoulda stayed in bed
Like a fool, I believed what the weatherman said
Now there's three feet of snow and the battery's dead
Clear up to my bumpers with no set of jumpers
Yeah, the morning's goin' to hell

     I'm S.O.L.
     Right from the start
     S.O.L.
     My day's fallin' apart
     Yeah, I gotta confess I'm in a real mess
     I'm sendin' out an S.O.S.
     I'm S.O.L.

I was just thankin' the Lord that I got Triple-A
When my boss says the Ford plant's movin' away
In six weeks, I'll have no job and no pay
Without any warnin' at eight in the mornin'
Yeah, that S.O.B.'s wishin' me well

     I'm S.O.L.
     Right from the start
     S.O.L.
     My day's fallin' apart
     Yeah, I gotta confess I'm in a real mess
     I'm sendin' out an S.O.S.
     I'm S.O.L.

I gotta take some time for myself
Leave my problems all on the shelf
I've got my wife, I've got my health
I thank God above me that somebody loves me
Somebody by my side I can tell

     That I'm S.O.L.
     Now my hopes start to rise
     S.O.L.
     When I look in your eyes
     Yeah, I gotta confess when I'm feelin' real stressed
     You answer every S.O.S.
     Yeah, I'm S.O.L.
     When I look at you
     S.O.L.
     I know I'll get through
     Yeah, I gotta confess that I'm feelin' real blessed
     You answer every S.O.S.
     I know I'll make it through this mess
     When I'm S.O.L.