HELP ME MAKE IT THROUGH THE YARD
Take the rosebush from my hair,
Lord, it has a lot of thorns,
What's the sprinkler doing on
At this hour of the morn?
Comin' home at five a.m.,
Lord, the sidewalk sure is hard,
Guess I drank too much again,
Help me make it through the yard.
I don't care what's right or wrong,
I'm too drunk to even stand,
I ain't asking your assistance,
But you're standing on my hand
Put some coffee on the stove,
And we'll try to start the car,
Let me get [a breath of air
Help me make it through the yard.
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Words resurrected by Rita Ferrara