Scars And Souvenirs

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

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I've been better, I've been worse a 
time or two
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I've got two bloodshot eyes and 
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that's enough to see me through
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Fair to middling, considering
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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

Chorus

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

Chorus