Loaded For Bear

It's a sad, sad Sunday

I can't drag myself from my bed

My soul's outside where I left it last night

My mind was there for a day

I warned myself as I left the house

That the night would see no fun

I stood up there for a brighter side

I would never even go on my gun

'Case I want to shoot it

A mad depression with a smile on my face

Tell it they've escaped my bones

Hate, anger, love, lust, and greed

Told me I should head for home

Well looky, looky, yeah, looky, yeah

She didn't make it through the week

Oh, by yonder there's another found

That's taking on to his feet

Get 'em up, Teddy

All of these things are too wacky, slow

I get 'em too easy, I swear

I'll never leave home alone again

'Less I'm loaded 'fore they'll load me up now

Oh, yeah

Rusty Garden City East

Steve, 3rd and high school

Andy, tell 'em they're right

Drake, 4th high school

Drake, 3rd school

Well, gee, I went to high school

I went to St. Biers and then St. Morris high school

County Central