LONG GREEN MILE

The walk to the mail box

That’s my long green mile.

The walk to the mail box, that’s my long green mile

And the letter carrier is the warden,

And he wears a big green smile.

I said, “Warden, you got anything for me?”

I said, “Warden, you got anything for me?”

And he said, “Only bills as far as I can see.”

I said, “Warden, I’m to dry to lick the stamp.”

I said, “Warden, I’m to dry to lick the stamp.”

And he said, “Cough it up, a postman’s not that damp.”

I said, “Warden how is the dark of night?”

I said, “Warden how is the dark of night?”

And he said, “Dark, until you see the light.”

I said, “Warden my check is late.”

I said, “Warden my check is late.”

And he said, “I know, that’s your bankrupt state.”

I said, “Warden, what’s to become of me?”

I said, “Warden, what’s to become of me?”

And he said, “Mail your self to heaven, God takes C.O.D.”

-Chorus-

©2003 Daniel Kantak

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