Borrowed Time (Bouman's Song)

A Winston and a cola

In the clear pink light of morning

That's lighting up North Ridgeville like a song

It's eighty miles till breakfast

Three-hundred till the exit

Where I turn my rig around and head for home

I got a boat on layaway

And I got a cough won't go away

But I got a few more years till I concede

That anything this world can hurl

Is anything that I can't turn

From a stone into an everlasting seed

Well if life's borrowed time

I'm spending mine

You won't get one last minute back from of me

I won't repay

A single day

I'll die with my last second in my hand

I'll die with my last second in my hand

I got a suitcase of Busch regular

And there's a walleye run not far from here

Then a BBQ at the VFW

My GP says to take it slower

But the deer don't rest and the lawn won't mow herself

So there's still some work to do

Well if life's borrowed time

I'm spending mine

You won't get one last minute back from of me

I won't repay

A single day

I'll die with my last second in my hand

I'll die with my last second in my hand

Now my pacemaker's got a pacemaker

And my sooner has become my later

Since the body never lines up with the will

But I got my kids and they got kids

And I'd miss my brothers and my friends

So I told my body you can go to hell

Well if life's borrowed time

I'm spending mine

You won't get one last minute back from of me

I won't repay

A single day

I'll die with my last second in my hand

I'll die with my last second in my hand