Mo Zowayed

Singer. Songwriter. Sleeper

THE TALE OF LITTLE OTIS

Wake up, tell the neighbors
Something awful has come here to find us and
oh you gotta run, you gotta run hard
 
So he woke up, poor little Otis
Sleep in his eyes, and a longing for breakfast
But no, What mama say you best do fast
 
Oh, I hear the words, that were spoken last
 
In his brown coat, he ran down the road
He found ol' Tom, n told him everything he knows
And so, they ran together to the sheriff's door
 
Oh sheriff please, cried little Otis
You must believe me, my family's in a crisis
And though I'm young my pleas you can't ignore
 
Oh, that's all I know
 
The sheriff grabbed his three best badges
they hit the town like Jesse James and his bandits
oh, I'll die before I see this town abandoned
 
The boys rolled in, guns a-blazin'
A fire fight left them all in a haze and ol' tom
Started to play his ol' guitar
 
And oh, I'll kill em all for what they've done
 
So go now, I'll spend the rest of my days in this town
Boy you best believe, waiting for you, oh for you
what a life, what a life, what a life
 
The sherrif's gun he grabbed and weilded
He shot em down the remainder of the gang
And little Otis cheered and sang
 
The town folk drank the night away
They chanted oh we chased out the gang
And they danced, to a mariachi band
 
Oh brave little O, go home
 
So go now, I'll spend the rest of my days in this town
Boy you best believe, waiting for you, oh for you
what a life, what a life, what a life
 
Mama woke up, said oh my dear
You were so brave, to my eyes you bring tears
And little Otis, just wagged his tail as fell asleep