That ol Copperhead, he’s hung for sure
With half of its being in the jaw of my cur
The other half waving its head in the dirt
With just enough venom to do some hurt
I can’t save it now, so I watch it die
And I thank the Lord for better times
Little Box Turtle on the side of the road
Half of its shell is gone and broke
The other half got where it was going
It made just enough road to keep it hoping
I can’t save it now, so I watch it die
And I thank the Lord for better times
Maybe we’ll write
Maybe we’ll call
Maybe we’ll fall in love again
I can’t save it now, so I watch it die
And I thank the Lord for every time
Half of my life is gone for sure
The other half-God willing occurs
With just enough left to hope and hurt
And just enough sense to know
There are some things that I can’t save now
But I thank the Lord anyhow
