“I miss Joe Don”

By: Teri “RF Girl” Monahan

(To the tune of “Mayberry” By: ~oh, come on now guys, RASCAL FLATTS!!)

Sometimes it feels like Rascal Flatts are on their way over,

To my house to sing to me.

But then I wake up and turn on my radio

To make me feel like they’re there.

Sunday is a day of rest;

Church, Rascal, Church and Rascal.

And we can’t slow down

‘Cause they’re best.

It’s all an endless dream.

(Well) I miss Joe Don;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold… Water,

Where everything is nice and hott,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Pickin’ on his six-string,

Where people pass by and call him by his full name.

Watchin’ the fans walk/faint by.

Bye, bye.

Sometimes I can hear all us fans shouting

Though the crowds as we sing along.

That’s when I climb up there on that stage

To see if I can get a hug.

Now I can’t fly, but I got two feet

That let me try to climb to them Rascals,

Up with the music and great guys,

My worries disappear.

(Well) I miss Joe Don;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold… Water,

Where everything is nice and hotttt,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Pickin’ on his six-string,

Where people pass by and call him by his full name.

Watchin’ the fans walk/faint by.

Bye, bye.

Sometimes I dream I’m walkin’ down his nice paved road;

Not even listed on a map.

I pass Gary and Jay carrin’ a fishin’ pole,

But I always wake up, everytime

I try to turn back:

(Well) I miss Joe Don;

Sittin’ on his front porch drinking ice-cold Water,

Where everything is nice and hotttt,

Yaya, yaya, yayayayaya.

Pickin’ on his six-string,

Where people pass by and call him by his full name.

Watchin’ the fans walk/faint by.

Bye, bye.

Bye, Bye

(“I miss Joe Don” and some yaya’s 2x’s)