Life Time


Seems only yesterday, I started drinking,
now the bottle has a victim, all its own,
dear sister Kay, if you can
read this letter, tell Mary
I've quit and I'll, soon be home

Fourteen years a victim of the bottle, though a million
times a man just can't accept his failure till
he finds too late, too soon,
he's growing old

Won't you tell my babies there at home I miss them, and
tell my Mary I'm no longer drinking
I really never spent much time with Mary, and by now

my babies must be almost grown, they probably wonder why,
I hardly see them, and they're
probably asking Mary will I come home

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