The diabetic didn't feel his
needing to leave from round town
He would drive me on the paperboard,
throwing them headlines out
And though anti -depressant,
his sword could change the weather report
When the windchill factor was high,
he took the whole bottle down
He's got his paperwork now
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Jesus wants me for a son,
baby, raise his kids up right
For being raised in the light of
Christ, that's insult to injury
That night, when the mail or der brides
and the phone sex sundries
the wall covered and split
How is it to make your teen
He called his flame that never died
She could hear something warmed bright
Now we've got one more failed
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
A lonely heart was the black
From the first attempt to his
current critical con dition
Now we're talking over who'll take the dog
if he's gonna make it through again
And we're taking turns telling them the stories
of the good times worth remembering
And then my sister asked,
are we praying for empty paths?
And no one dared speak out
And push the paperwork through
4.8
