Messed this shoulder up one winter.
Blew this knee out chasing streets.
Had my heart attack one autumn
And it knocked me off my feet.
Family all gathered at my bedside.
Guess they thought that I would die.
Thank the Lord that guy missed me.
Shoulda aimed a little higher.
Guess I’m responsible for most
But I’d do it all again.
I can tell you don’t know me
Or you’d go home and get your gun.
But if you really want to try me
I’m holding dollars to your dimes.