A Person Has Gotta Have a Code

An old folks physician, a small town doc
She gathered the family to talk
She said 'I'm sorry to say it
But I'm sworn not to lie
'Your father is gonna die'

Well it must be a comfort
When you tell a hard truth
To know it's the thing you must do
Like a good pair 'a headlights
On a long country road
A person has gotta have a code

A DC reporter on a mid-night call
She learns who is takin' the fall
And if they learn who her source is
He's out of a job
Not to mention the Russian mob

When they're angry and desperate
And threatening you
It's damn good to know what to do
Like a good pair 'a headlights
On a long country road
A person has gotta have a code

Well it's sorrowful strange
And it sure isn't funny
That some people's codes
Are just ego and money
I think it must feel like a forest at night
Getting lost in the woods with no light

She walks into her courtroom
And everyone stands
The choosing is in her good hands
She says I made my decision
Come to what I must say
And I'm halting this action today

Well I find it a comfort
In this frightening age
Different codes seem to find
The same page
Like a good pair of headlights
On a long country road
A person has gotta have a code
Yeah
A person has gotta have a code



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Holm
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