TRAVELING MINSTREL SHOW

She was the daughter of a traveling minstrel show
Players had performances... always had to go
They’d return a happy lot... egos satisfied
Hide inside the status quo but then they realized
The time they spent away from her could never be replaced
Promises they gave... a look upon her face
When they sat her on their lap and sang a song or two
The tears would fill the eyes and blind the music coming through
 
Again they sailed and travel out with the seventh fleet
Masters of their destiny or so they liked to think
Changing course a couple times... the water it got rough
They threw the captain overboard and danced upon the roof
When the bosses heard of this heir tempers came enraged
They looked for scapegoats everywhere but had no one to shame
Searching close to home that is where they found
Stripped for everyone to see and kneeling on the ground
 
She turned and sang to the crowd “are you proud now”
She cried and cried and cried and cried “are you proud now’
She wouldn’t let it die now “are you proud now”
 
Told her we will make you proud to be a part of this
All you do is take the blame absorb a couple hits
She said that she would be the one to promulgate the lies
If Pilot needs a Jesus Christ that he can crucify
Gladly she would face the facts cause she remembers well
The times they put her on their laps and had some songs to sell
 
She turned and sang to the crowd “are you proud now”
She cried and cried and cried and cried “are you proud now’
Old and gray the minstrel show has played its final hit
In Lebanon they sang and sung before they finally quit
They Travel home and tried in vain to catchup twenty years
They were shocked to realize she had no more tears
 
She turned and sang to the crowd “are you proud now”
She cried and cried and cried and cried “are you proud now’
She wouldn’t let it die now “are you proud now”