I cain't see no doctor,
He's too green for me.
I cain't see no doctor,
he's too green for me.
So gather round now children,
and let me tell you what you mean to me,
before I go.
I want you to know there's
more to life than filling your bowl.
So take me out now,
to the back yard,
so we can lay to rest my weary soul,
with a shotgun salute,
to a hard fought life,
on the rungs of the ladder.
Now I'm shakin in my boots,
because the baby's sick,
and we know what's the matter.

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