D                     G                  D 
It's been twenty some odd years since we lost Aunt Lil 
       D                                                 A 
Now he plays Russian roulette with memories, but there's only time to kill 
         D                           G                   D  
He's too old to work the cattle, too stubborn to stay in bed 
         D                      A                        D 
And each morning over coffee he turns to her picture and says 
 

          G                 D 
I've been better, I've been worse a time or two 
        A                                D 
I've got two bloodshot eyes and that's enough to see me through 
        G         D 
Fair to middling, considering 
A             G              D 
Life's mostly scars and souvenirs  
 
  
There's wrinkles on his face, wrinkles in his clothes 
And he wears a little thinner as each day unfolds 
But he swears he'll live forever just to spite his health 
But it takes Christian Brother's brandy to reassure himself 
  
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Now a picture's worth a thousand words, money made is money spent 
Bless us, oh Lord, for these Thy gifts, he knows not where they went 
So the postman brings his pension and the county brings his meals 
And I stop by from time to time and ask him how he feels 
  
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