Ron Ron's Story
  Five days a week
The clock yells six A.M.
I gotta get these old bones up
two days before the weekend.

  The drive to work,
The drive is fading.
That bridge over there,
That bridge is broken.
Two days before the weekend.

  Going home to Lake Bronson
Gonna shoot a buck, gonna do some fishing.
I usually take off early
two days before the weekend.

  Only two years left to work
I wonder if Iíll make it.
Just want to relax and fish
Donít need to be no rocket scientist.

  Just one year left to work
than I can get that boat..
But then I had to call in sick.,
the Doc said it was a stroke.
Looks like retiring early
Is what they want me to do.
Canít walk down the dock,
canít even tie my shoes.

  I use to catch some fish,
Every-year I got a deer.
My friends came to see me,
I couldnít even offer them a beer.

  Then the ticker stopped ticking,
I looked like I was sleeping.
They all came to say their good-byes,
two days before the weekend.


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