Anyhow - Amy Ray

That ol Copperhead, he’s hung for sure

With half of its being in the jaw of my cur

The other half waving its head in the dirt

With just enough venom to do some hurt

I can’t save it now, so I watch it die

And I thank the Lord for better times

Little Box Turtle on the side of the road

Half of its shell is gone and broke

The other half got where it was going

It made just enough road to keep it hoping

I can’t save it now, so I watch it die

And I thank the Lord for better times

Maybe we’ll write

Maybe we’ll call

Maybe we’ll fall in love again

I can’t save it now, so I watch it die

And I thank the Lord for every time

Half of my life is gone for sure

The other half-God willing occurs

With just enough left to hope and hurt

And just enough sense to know

There are some things that I can’t save now

But I thank the Lord anyhow