Monday, February 11, 2008

Joe Cocker, Live in my Back Yard

I’ve got a great dog. He's the kind of dog that is gentle, loyal, and pretty much does whatever he's told. He learns tricks in about two minutes. He howls protectively whenever my husband play-wrestles with our daughter. He's just a big, sloppy-kissing, shaggy-eared guy who wouldn't hurt a flea. His name is JoJo, after Joe Cocker. Obviously he’s a cocker spaniel. However, my sister is convinced that JoJo comes from the Beatles song, “Get Back.”


Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner

But he knew it wouldn't last.

Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona

For some California grass.



Right now I’m missing some California grass—that is—the green grass that grows on your front lawn. We’re still up to our belly buttons in snow. I'd like to get back to where I once belonged.

Get back, Jojo.

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