woke up this morning found that I’m not dead
woke up this morning found that I’m not dead
my good old days must be right ahead
clouds are moving winds begun to blow
clouds are moving winds begun to blow
might be sunny somewhere I don’t know
Shuffled the cards and dealt a hand
taking nickels from the boys in the band
this road trip’s taking longer than I thought
I’m always in the train station when my ship comes into port
grass needs mowin, weeds are getting tall
grass needs mowin, weeds are getting tall
I’ll disappear entirely when I fall
grocery store stopped selling my favorite cheese
grocery store stopped selling my favorite cheese
I’d ask ’em why but I ain’t gettin on my knees
she took my money to pay the fare
then acted like I wasn’t even there
my socks don’t match and I’m wearing high-heeled shoes
pocket’s got a hole I got nothing to lose
butter ain’t the only thing to churn
butter ain’t the only thing to churn
my eyes are ringin my ears are starting to burn
radio station’s fading in and out
radio station’s fading in and out
that fool doesn’t know what he’s talking about
that look you’ve got’s a fine how-do-you-do
got a box of matches down in my shoe
I taught myself to read when I was three years old
keep using your head you’ll wind up left out in the cold
woke up this morning found that I’m not dead
woke up this morning found that I’m not dead
my good old days must be right ahead