“The Importance of Dying at Home”

Take me off this battlefield grey,

Place me in front of the fire,
With daughter reading the Good Book
While my Love tends to the baby.

Who will do the spring planting?

Tow that stubborn mule back in the row?
How will little Willy know his Pap
Loved and held him through the croup?

I should have fixed the roof better,

Dug that well out more for sis.
Glad I hunted when I did with brother,
Won’t never get to borry his gun again.

Take care of old Blue for me darlin’

Rub his ears and fuss over him some,
Don’t fret that I’m not there please,
I’d have come home if I could’ve come.