When I was ten I started helping Dad on his farm

Now I found out early hard work never caused any harm

When I was sixteen

I made fun of a boy at school who was a warlock

I was young and being mean

So the boy I did mock

That night after driving around raising hell

I almost got killed from his spell

Driving my car home I hit a patch of ice

It started swerving and headed for a telephone pole

I came a hair you couldn’t slice

From separating my body from my soul

I was headed straight for death

Nevermore the raven almost seth

At the last second I hit the accelerator

I beat death by eighteen inches not more

The years before that I did some drinking and smoking

Then that year I was doing that and some toking

On pot and doing some harder drugs

I hung out with some real thugs

Before I

I quite broke the attendance rule

I almost never went

Band class was the only thing

It didn’t do any good that Mom and Dad sent

Me there I was out of the door but somehow I didn’t get my

butt in a sling

Each of the last two years I hitchhiked to Florida and back

twice

With no money to speak of

My life was at the toss of the dice

I never found love

But I found sex

That was just

The other could bring

I broke some laws

And that was a cause

Then I graduated

In drugs I was saturated

I was going to a court hearing

To see about my freedom

A few minutes before I swallowed a pill being

The end of my free days for some

Time but I did do my time and was released

When it ceased

I partied and worked for my Dad

Then I got arrested

I had been had

By my own friend who promised and would have attested

In court

I got the short

End of the stick

And became a prison slick

When I’d gotten up and out of there I had risen

When the judge let me out on shock probation

I went back to drugs with the same passion

I worked for Dad on his farm

That’s how it always went that was my charm

There was always work

I never did shirk

Now I got a job at a grain elevator

But more jail time was in store

I stole a car

But I didn’t get far

I did fail

And went to jail

When I got out

This is what came about

Stealing Dad’s bike and riding clear across the nation

I sold it and hitchhiked

And like always back then wherever I found a joint I toked it

As I liked

I found a job in a circus

Which was dirty work as few of us

Have done and know what they do

They took all of their dollars not just a few