So, Your 64 Today
I remember the days of our youth, do you
Do you remember all the different homes
Three States, and in several yards we played
Being poor white trash and Mom’s heartaches
Little eyes see and they can understand so much
One Tyrant in a child’s life can ruin their psyche
Good Cop, Bad Cop played out at home every night
The Farm and the dirt road, hills and the starting of school
Black Hills Gold and the Faces into a mountain carved
Faith and Deadwood, a dead man’s cards fell once again
Our growing up years in a place so cold and foreign to us
No matter the forces we always hooked arms side by side
You have always been there for me, I love you dearly for it
We have both seen and overcome life’s trials we were given
My Sister of the Cloth and the End OF Days we shall both see
64 Today my Sister: and of you, I could not be any more pleased