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Medical Card - ©2021-22 by (((Trevor Patrick)))

(An Austin Country Song)

[Verses A, A*, A,  E, E7, E, A* D]


The Stones, they sang
about "Mother's Little Helper"
and I suppose for their time
that song had a lot of truth.

But, Weird Uncle's Little Helper?
Yeah, no matter how much
ya might try'n dodge the stereotype
to some degree, it's
ALWAYS gonna apply to you.

And, do you take after Uncle Buck
or are you more like Uncle Fester?
’Cuz in the end, that's the only thing
that's under your control;

you're a puzzle piece
that no longer easily fits:
An extra on the set of your own life,
without an easily-discernible role.


[Chorus D, A, Bm]


So, Doctor won'tcha pleeeeze
gimme a medical card?
Don't need no more "Special Percs",
no more zombie anti-depressants,
it shouldn't be that hard!

'Cuz ol' Lucy don't like
that self-righteous moral majority
that's constantly slanderin' him,
callin' it the Devil's Wisdom Weed;

just look in
First Chronicles
twenty-nine-and-fourteen:
"All things come
of Thee, O Lord
and of Thine Own
have we given Thee."

(Amen)


[Verses A, A*, A,  E, E7, E, A* D]


'Cuz some of those sometimes,
you think wisdom really comes down
to when the simplest of things,
can seem so profound;

such as how the simple morning ritual
of cold-water brushing your teeth,
and then, stepping outside
into a gentle breeze,

can make even the dreariest
most depressing concrete city-scape
a fresh-mint sensuous experience
or jungle waterfall, mountain spring
or arctic lake,

where it seeps up/
it weeps up
from Mother Earth's
most secret spaces
or maybe some tiny echo
of unknown, unexplored places.

Such a simple thing,
some adults stop doing anymore,
instead of a near-gagging
cheap coffee-musty-mouth
resentful chore


[Repeat Chorus D, A, Bm]

[Verses A, A*, A,  E, E7, E, A* D]


And if you're stuck in a place
where there's no such thing as news
wouldn't-ya rather stay in a home,
where it's not 'gainst the rules?

-gettin' all that flack from folks
with a whisky in one hand,
and a cigarette in the other:
"What's yer Daddy think, son?
an' what 'bout yer Momma?"


[Repeat Chorus D, A, Bm]