It's been twenty some odd years since we lost Aunt Lil
Now he plays Russian roulette with memories, but there's only time to kill
He's too old to work the cattle, too stubborn to stay in bed
And each morning over coffee he turns to her picture and says
I've been better, I've been worse a time or two
I've got two bloodshot eyes and that's enough to see me through
Fair to middling, considering
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
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
