Who well feed the Hummingbirds
When I'm gone?
Who well mow the lawn?
I think I well stick around
Winters coming
Snow is falling on the ground
Sure the hair is turning Grey
And for sunshine wait for May
The Angels well just have to wait
My knees are wobbling but feeling great
I think this is a country song
America has talent
I am the exception
I'm sticking around as long as I can
Leave things in the Lord's hand
But if I go not without fighting
All these stupid things I'm writing
Like who well feed the hummingbirds when I'm gone
1/4 sugar, rest water, two minutes in micro
It's a simple task I ask