IT?S BEEN FIFTEEN SOME?ODD YEARS SINCE HE LOST AUNT LIL HE PLAYS RUSSIAN ROULETTE WITH MEMORIES, NOTHING BUT TIME TO KILL HE?S TOO OLD TO WORK HIS CATTLE, TOO STUBBORN TO STAY IN BED EACH MORNING OVER COFFEE HE TURNS TO HER PICTURE AND SAYS, OH I?VE BEEN BETTER, I?VE BEEN WORSE A TIME OR TWO I GOT?..TWO BLOODSHOT EYES AND THAT?S ENOUGH TO SEE ME THROUGH FAIR TO MIDDLIN??.. CONSIDERING, LIFE?S MOSTLY SCARS AND SOUVENIRS THERE?S WRINKLES ON HIS FACE AND WRINKLES ON HIS CLOTHES HE WEARS A LITTLE THINNER AS EACH DAY UNFOLDS HE SWEARS HE?LL LIVE FOREVER JUST TO SPITE HIS HEALTH BUT IT TAKES CHRISTIAN BROTHERS BRANDY TO REASSURE HIMSELF CHORUS A PICTURES WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS AND MONEY EARNED IS MONEY SPENT BLESS US OH LORD FOR THESE THY GIFTS, I KNOW NOT WHERE THEY WENT NOW THE POSTMAN BRINGS HIS PENSION AND THE COUNTY BRINGS HIS MEALS AND I DROP BY FROM TIME TO TIME JUST TO ASK HIM HOW HE FEELS CHORUS-REPEAT LAST LINE