Written by Max Stalling
D G D IT?S BEEN FIFTEEN SOME?ODD YEARS SINCE HE LOST AUNT LIL A A7 HE PLAYS RUSSIAN ROULETTE WITH MEMORIES, NOTHING BUT TIME TO KILL D G D HE?S TOO OLD TO WORK HIS CATTLE, TOO STUBBORN TO STAY IN BED A D EACH MORNING OVER COFFEE HE TURNS TO HER PICTURE AND SAYS,THERE?S WRINKLES ON HIS FACE AND WRINKLES ON HIS CLOTHES HE WEARS A LITTLE THINNER AS EACH DAY UNFOLDS HE SWEARS HE?LL LIVE FOREVER JUST TO SPITE HIS HEALTH BUT IT TAKES CHRISTIAN BROTHERS BRANDY TO REASSURE HIMSELF CHORUS A PICTURES WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS AND MONEY EARNED IS MONEY SPENT BLESS US OH LORD FOR THESE THY GIFTS, I KNOW NOT WHERE THEY WENT NOW THE POSTMAN BRINGS HIS PENSION AND THE COUNTY BRINGS HIS MEALS AND I DROP BY FROM TIME TO TIME JUST TO ASK HIM HOW HE FEELS CHORUS-REPEAT LAST LINEG D OH I?VE BEEN BETTER, I?VE BEEN WORSE A TIME OR TWO D A D D7 I GOT?..TWO BLOODSHOT EYES AND THAT?S ENOUGH TO SEE ME THROUGH G D FAIR TO MIDDLIN??.. CONSIDERING, A G D LIFE?S MOSTLY SCARS AND SOUVENIRS