If I forever lost my mind
I’d be grateful for sweet rest
End day’s long toil
To carry forth my merry
Silver dollar within my pocket
Jingles, jangles along
Through warming morning sun.
In the morrow then
I’d be a different man
A loose spoke in my wheel
A dirt road I hate to say
I’ve been out walking
In my old boots
Roses in my hand
Endlessly grateful
In my mind I’d be just fine.