.The doctor said, "We've run out of options
But we can stop the pain and help you sleep"
That ol' man laughed, and slowly put his shirt on
Said, "Son, dyin' here with you don't comfort me
I'll turn 88 next Tuesday if the good Lord let's me tarry
And I'll spend it on the front.
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