they said it might snow, no sign of it yet
the wind is all howly and the rain's kind of wet
the coal fire is burning all glowing and blue
i can hear the draught crying it's way through the flue
so i poured me a jack, then i made it a double
i'm bored and a single just ain't worth the trouble
this year on my birthday i'll be sixty five
i guess i'm quite lucky to be still alive
some people die young while others last longer
is it luck of the draw or, genetically stronger?
the ice in my glass of jack daniels is tinkling
the camels i smoke may have caused my skin wrinkling
to tell you the truth i don't honestly care
'bout the lines caused by age and my silvery hair
i am who i am and i do what i do
i live and i love and and i dream about you
Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann
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