Shane

You should call me up, Shane Seems like you got something to talk to somebody for 'Cause it really seems a shame That you don't seem to love yourself much anymore It's got to be strange One day you're cruisin', and the next you're losing ground But you're way too old to care About how your old man never was around I don't have none of my own babies So I leave my pile of nickels to you I always thought of you as family So it seems the very least I can do, Shane Please understand me - I know that everything's ridiculous But it's sad you can't see That you're pretty much a genius Im probably never gonna have any heirs So I'm leaving you my hay pennies And a piece of paper with a Chinese prayer And a Susan B. Anthony I don't have none of my own babies So I'm leaving my fortune to you I always thought of you as family So it seems the very least I can do, Shane