Analysis of Hindsight

This old house is getting cluttered
And the walls are getting scarred
As I wander through life’s living room
Of broken Mason jars
And I can’t afford the rent this month
I drank it in the bar
Ain’t it funny how you see things twenty-twenty

Ain’t it funny how you see things twenty-twenty
When you’ve gargled every dollar, dime and penny
Then the ev’nin’ whistle blows
And you leave in dirty clothes
Ain’t it funny how you see things twenty-twenty

Sometimes I see a lover’s moon
But most times I see stars
And with bloody feet I curse the room
Of broken Mason jars
But swear that there’s a pot o’ gold
Across next valley’s ridge
While singing silly nursery rhymes
And torching one more bridge

Ain’t it funny how you see things twenty twenty
When you’ve squandered your last dollar, dime and penny
Sittin’ on a fence that’s splintered
Wishing for a soul-food dinner
Ain’t it funny how you see things twenty-twenty

You can always tell a gambler by his shoes
And he always tips the shine-boy, win or lose
With his friends right by his side
‘til they drink his bottle dry
Then the band starts playin’ Robert Johnson blues

Ain’t it funny how you see things twenty twenty
When you’ve wagered your last dollar, dime and penny
Put that money on the table
Lady Luck is just a fable
Ain’t it funny how you see things twenty-twenty

I’ve been raising bees to try and make some money
But the rent is due until you fetch the honey
Gettin’ stung, but gettin’ paid
Spin the chamber, find the maid
Twenty-twenty
Gun is empty
Ain’t it funny