I cain’t see no doctor
He’s too green for me.
So gather round now, children, and let me
tell you what you mean to me
Before I go. I want you to know there’s
more to life, than filling your bowl.
So take me out now, to the backyard
and we can lay to rest my weary soul
with a shotgun salute
to a hard fought life on the rungs of the ladder.
And I’m shaking in my boots
because the baby’s sick
and we don’t know what’s the matter.