Mike Criscione — Witness Protection Program lyrics

Lyrics

On a stretch of highway just southeast of Bangor
Drivin through the picture of a crisp Acadia morn
At a local diner we stopped to get some breakfast
The kind of place where bad country songs are born
The coffee was at the table before we were
Well Bruce just smiled and slowly nodded his head
And It seemed like the whole world was on the menu that day
In caffeine muse, this is what he said
If I ever end up in the Witness Protection Program
Cause I’m living life paralysed with fear
If I ever end up in the Witness Protection Program (I'll meet you)
Every year at this time — right here.
He said, «This is the kind of place I could used to.
This is the kind of place where I could rest.
Spend my days haulin' in lobster traps and singin' bad country songs
and mendin' fishing nets
I ain’t never been too married to my face.
And I ain’t never been too married to my name.
And I ain’t never been too married to this life of endless circumstance
I’ll take my days a bit more plain
If I ever end up in the Witness Protection Program
Cause I’m living life paralysed with fear
If I ever end up in the Witness Protection Program (I'll meet you)
Every year, this time — right here
There’s places in my past I’d leave behind
And there’s faces I’d just a soon never see
But now and then, here and there, I’m sure I’ll take to remebering
All the those things I used to be When my at last my coffee cup is empty,
and that lonesome road has come to an end,
raise a glass and feast, and write me a bad country song,
but don’t pity me, my foul weathered friend
Just think of me in the Witness Protection Program
Like I took the stand against Corleone
And I didn’t want to end up with a horsehead in my bed
This is the place, that I’ll call home.