The Hook - Episode 16

What's going on, everybody? Hello.

Happy Sunday.

All right.

What's the song you're going to play for us, sir?

It's called Pecan Tree.

Pecan Tree.

All right.

Take it away.

Old pecan tree, why are you looking at me? Sitting in the backyard living for free.

Well, this ain't my house, so I don't give a damn at all.

There's rusty nails in the deck out back.

The floor is buckling, starting to crack.

But this ain't my house, so I don't give a damn at all.

But

my name's on the paper.

I can't kick a hole in the wall.

Oh, big city living, who am I kidding? This check my ass can't cash was written by a landlord scheming up, praying to a real estate guard.

But my name's on the paper, I can't kick a hole in the wall.

Old pecan tree, why are you looking at me? Sitting in the backyard living for free.

Well, this ain't my house, so I don't give a damn at all.

I might let the mold run down through the halls, spread the meat, wrap me up in a ball.

I'm gonna sell that carpet that I pulled from the wall to a junkyard dog.

But my name's on the paper, I'm legally bound to be wrong.

Big city living, who am I kidding? Gonna work like a dog, keep the bucket from kicking for a big house shopping mall, holding on, rubbing it raw.

But I can't wake up from this dream of having it all Old