This Country Song Life

Had some of those days of late

_  That sound like a country song._

You know the kind I mean when

_  Everything goes all wrong?_

The concrete block we was a-holdin'

_  My son dropped on the count of two._

So I danced around like a charismatic

_  While my fingernail turned all blue._

Pesky squirrel knocked down my feeder again

_  So I took aim right at his head;_

_His chortle and the dripping water t__old me _

_  I'd hit my garden hose instead._

Was diggin' out for my woman those

_  Overgrown bushes in the yard,_

When the handle of my favorite shovel broke

_  'Cause I pushed down way too hard._

"Typical York luck!" is what

_  Mama taught me to holler._

But now, by God's good grace,

_  Them words I try to swaller._

And instead of fussin' and fumin'

_  And gettin' all jittery with my nerves,_

I just try and remember that

_  I'm still doing better than I deserve._

Besides, my finger's no longer a-throbbing,

_  And duct tape kinda fixed the hose._

Yep, I did lose a shovel I'll miss but

_  My wife's still pretty as a rose._

Now, I ain't written no tune for you

_  To sing with me this country song._

But figured a knowin' nod would be

_  'Nuff for you to sing along._