Different Kind of Fool

“Here’s a little song called Different Kind of Fool. I think we should all try to be a different kind of fool each and every day of the week. And I know I hold up my end of the bargain.”

-Introduction from a live performance on 25 Jun 1987




Well the moon finds me in peculiar light.
And it’s all because I am a lunar lunatic tonight.
I’m a crazy man, crazy ’bout my baby.
She’s a woman, by God, (and) she don’t have to be no lady.
I’ve been in this place before enough to make me say,
I’m a different kind of fool today.

I was fifteen when the world was a little younger.
Just a chubby teddy bear, with a funny kind of hunger.
Berries in the bushes, I was stumblin’ to snatch ’em.
Had these thorns in my paws, never thought I’d catch ’em.
I’ve been a fool for love, I let it guide my every way.
But I’m a different kind of fool today.

Well the breeze on your breast is just a lullaby sigh.
I’m gonna listen down low, ’til the mornin’ comes nigh.
Lullaby sigh, just a-rockin’ and a-rollin’,
When time stands still, it was meant to be stolen.
I hear God whisper softly as I’m kneeling down to pray,
“Hey, you’re a different kind of fool today.”

If I’m lucky enough to be a gray-haired fool.
I’ll still measure all my days by your Golden Rule.
Meet me there, I’ll wear a pink carnation.
Be the calendar girl in my service station.
If the world is a little older, if it hasn’t blown away,
We’ll be different kinds of fools someday.
 

The version on Piñata sports a chorus:

Different kind of fool.
Just can’t carry a façade of cool.
You’ve got me breaking every schoolhouse rule
Just to be a fool for you, baby.

 

 “Different Kind of Fool” appears on Ghost Stories From Lonesome County, Live at the Pres House, The Medicine Tribute and Piñata.


© and ℗ 1994, 2001, 2008, 2012 Marques Bovre/Brian Bauhs


 

This is an earlier version, circa 1987:

Well the moon finds me in peculiar light
‘Cause I’m a lunar lunatic tonight.
I’m a crazy man, I’m crazy ’bout my baby.
She’s a woman, by God, and she don’t have to be no lady.

Well I was sixteen when the world’s a little younger.
Chubby teddy bear, a funny kind of hunger.
Berries in the bushes, stumblin’ to snatch it.
Thorns in your paws and you never thought you’d catch it.

But I’m a big bear now
And this aint no game I play.
The world’s a little older now.
Some day it’s gonna blow away.
And I’ve been here before
But I’m a different kind of fool today.

Well the breeze on your breast is a lullaby sigh.
I’m gonna listen down low, ’til mornin’ comes nigh.
Lullaby pie, rockin’ and a-rollin’,
When time stands still, it was meant to be stolen.

And if I’m lucky enough to be a gray-haired fool
I’ll still measure my days by your Golden Rule.
Meet me there, I’ll wear a pink carnation.
Be the calendar girl in my service station.

But I’m a young man now
And I got some dues to pay.
The world don’t stop for dreams
When dreamers are old and in the hay.
But we’ll stop here again
As different kinds of fools someday.

 

Appeared on The Bathroom Tapes demo, 1987.


© and ℗ 1987 Marques Bovre