I'm checking out,
my young days are gone.
Getting ready to settle up
before I'll be called Home.
Farming is not easy and
timber management is a chore.
Those who follow does't know
the tasks that are in store.
I have knelt by my bed
and given God my keys.
I've Paid all my bills
and if anyone asks about me.
I'm checking out
Fond memories come to light.
I won't be back no more,
'cause I'm leaving here tonight.
Edna
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