Suggested Title: Not Too Good, Not Too BadStyle: Traditional Country / Honky-Tonk(Intro: A weeping pedal steel guitar solos over a slow, steady 4/4 walking bassline)Verse 1Well, dry your eyes, my darlin', don't go flooding up my soul,Just pull up a chair, boys, let the whiskey bottles roll.It’s a mighty strange feeling looking down on this old room,Seeing all my old friends dressed in black and full of gloom.But I sure do appreciate you making it out today,To see this old boy off before they cart him away.Verse 2Don't put on those long faces, life was just a passing train,Better turn the jukebox up to drown out all the pain.Remember all the trouble that we made out on the road,The late-night laughs we traded just to lighten up the load.Don't let this final curtain turn your memories to stone,I might have crossed the river, but I didn't go alone.ChorusAnd I hope you all are doing... not too good, but not too bad,Just talking 'bout the wild and funny times we shared and had.Tell the stories, laugh at all the foolish things I've done,'Cause looking back on everything, we sure had us some fun.Yeah, thank you all for coming out to my funeral today,Don't waste your time on crying, boys, just toast one on my way.Verse 3I know that empty chair is gonna bring a little sting,But remember how a good joke made the hardest winters spring.Thank you for the miles, for the shelter from the cold,I'm taking all your laughter to the streets of solid gold.ChorusAnd I hope you all are doing... not too good, but not too bad,Just talking 'bout the wild and funny times we shared and had.Tell the stories, laugh at all the foolish things I've done,'Cause looking back on everything, we sure had us some fun.Yeah, thank you all for coming out to my funeral today,Don't waste your time on crying, boys, just toast one on my way.(Guitar and Pedal Steel Duel Solo — slow, bluesy, and lonesome)OutroThe sun is getting low now, and it's time to close the door,The working day is over, I won't trouble you no more.Keep the neon humming down there while I watch you from the sky...We’ll pour another round together in the sweet by-and-by.(Fade out with a lonesome, final bend on the steel guitar)
