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The vintage plow hasn't been moved for a long time
and it‘s been a while since the meadow's been cut
a smell of gravy's in the air and laundry's on the line
the screen door's creaking and ole Marian shows up
she must have noticed my run-down truck

How is it going aunt Marian
sorry I've not been here for so long
time slips away, a year feels like a day
what makes you think there's something wrong.
Aunt Marian

I'm back on Mexican Brown since Joan left home
she took the kids to her mother in L.A. 
then it happened in a fight that I shot a bouncer down 
and ten long years I spent my time in jail 
I ain‘t gonna tell her nothing of my fails

How is it going aunt Marian
sorry I've not been here for so long
time's slips away a year feels like a day
what makes you think there's something wrong
Aunt Marian

I remember well those carefree childhood days
hide and seek games with my cousins in the barn
marvelous apple pies and the homemade lemonade
sweet kisses of the girl from the neighbors farm
Marian I ain’t gonna do you any harm

How is it going aunt Marian
sorry I've not been here for so long
please do you have some bucks
for a poor guy with bad luck
just enough to carry on
please don‘t look so scared at my gun
All I need are some bucks to carry on
Life slips away, and year feels like a day
Some shitty bucks to carry on 
please Aunt Marian
come on