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IT?S BEEN FIFTEEN SOME?ODD YEARS SINCE HE LOST AUNT LIL 
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HE PLAYS RUSSIAN ROULETTE WITH MEMORIES, NOTHING BUT TIME TO KILL 
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HE?S TOO OLD TO WORK HIS CATTLE, TOO STUBBORN TO STAY IN BED 
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EACH MORNING OVER COFFEE HE TURNS TO HER PICTURE AND SAYS, 


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OH I?VE BEEN BETTER, I?VE BEEN WORSE A TIME OR TWO 
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I GOT?..TWO BLOODSHOT EYES AND THAT?S ENOUGH TO SEE ME THROUGH 
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FAIR TO MIDDLIN??.. CONSIDERING, 
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LIFE?S MOSTLY SCARS AND SOUVENIRS 
 
 
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 
 
 
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