Wood Nymph
I'm Checking Out
I'm checking out,
my young days are gone.
Getting ready to settle up
before I'll be called Home.
Farming is not easy and
timber management is a chore.
Those who follow does't know
the tasks that are in store.
I have knelt by my bed
and given God my keys.
I've Paid all my bills
and if anyone asks about me.
I'm checking out
Fond memories come to light.
I won't be back no more,
'cause I'm leaving here tonight.
my young days are gone.
Getting ready to settle up
before I'll be called Home.
Farming is not easy and
timber management is a chore.
Those who follow does't know
the tasks that are in store.
I have knelt by my bed
and given God my keys.
I've Paid all my bills
and if anyone asks about me.
I'm checking out
Fond memories come to light.
I won't be back no more,
'cause I'm leaving here tonight.
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