Could it be?
The old lady
Get up you bum
You are sleeping on my land
Don’t make any stupid moves
I have a gun in my hand
Gather up your junk
And put heel over toe
You’ve got exactly five minutes
To get up and go
Wait a minute wait a minute
What’s that on your arm
My grandson wore a sign like that
When he went to spray a farm
His plane exploded
Then went down
Oh dear lord
Is this my Grandson lying before me
On my property and ground
But the man’s two feet
Were already in flight
Into the forest and
Out of sight
Why did she get so excited
About this tattoo
On my arm
Well I guess she had no way of knowing
That I did not mean to do her
No harm
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