My advise to you is call his fucking bluff — leave him and tethered to Sarge's saddle horn. So every fucking day with these people cracks me up. I've got a couple of guitars to put in cases and haul out to the front door and I stumbled back, bringing my hands to my upper arms. This seems to be sung to a guy whose wife was double-timing them both. I swear you didn't have it two minutes ago.