Parkland

A A Sun thru the window like a boogeyman A Unfinished curtains on the nightstand D Alarm clock bounces off my head A Phone is ringing beside my bed E D My son is dressed and waitin' on the step A It's the head nurse calling from Parkland A I got a kid, his name's John-John A Born the same day as the President's son D Today's the day of the big parade A But they're short at work and its double pay E D That means a scooter on your birthday A But the president'll have to wait... A Take public transit one oh nine A Bounce out at the Parkland sign D Bring him to work and show him around A Grab that bucket, mop and gown E D Towels, bedsheets, blankets and diapers A Wheeling him 'round in the laundry hamper A A D A E D A A John was the Prez, a mop was Jackie K. A We were a two-man motorcade D A girl stop skipping watch us shoot past A he blew a kiss and then thru the glass E D of emergency doors we turned to see A Blood and roses, guns and grief A Blood and roses, guns and grief A Bring him in and lay him down A John, bring the surgeon's gloves and gowns D through the black suits dartin' to and fro A I could see her shaking and alone E D A "John-John put that bullet back and offer Mrs Kennedy your hand E D Hold it tight 'til her cryin's done A And don't look back, I won't be long..." A A D A E D A A I brought fresh linen for the President A I watched the doctors pronounce him dead D Then a light voice said "Is this your son? A He held my hand and my cryin's done" E D Then John-John said "you better get along A You've got a birthday to plan when you get home..." A A A She bent down and kissed my John-John's face A Smoothed her bloody dress into place D And with her son's love as her staff A She lifted a nation upon her back E D She turned and nodded; we nodded back A As they carried her husband from Parkland... A A D A E D A John-John put that bullet back!