I wondered what the future held...
When I was seventeen.
Beyond the bounds of my home town,
The grass looked, Oh, so green.
I thought, "I'll be a soldier-
And I'll fight my country's war".
I'll win a thousand medals...
But fate had a laugh in store.
I had my share of fighting-
And I bear my share of scars...
But they don't hand out medals..
For the fights you have in bars.
I've slept beneath the open sky-
At times I've nearly froze...
How many hidden tears I've shed-
The good Lord only knows.
I've punched a lot of cattle-
I've rode a few rank broncs...
I've fought a lot of battles..
In some third rate honky tonks.
I've seen a lot of living..
And as long as I have breath...
I'll seek that last adventure-
I'm speaking of my death.
But if I die tomorrow...
Or if I die tonight....
Don't waste on me your sorrow
Or epitaphs so trite.
Just wrap me in a blanket
And lay me 'neath the sod-
Say, "He's had his share of living-
Now he rests in peace with God".
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