Sittin' in this Chair

Joe was born in the winter of '53 Had a house down there on Wilson Street Went to school met a boy named Pat He was cool, turns out He lived right down the block They made a plan that They would hang out after school They'd open their windows up And yell that it's time to play, he yells Count on me, it's me you'll see We're young and free I ain't sittin' in this chair no more Joe learned a new song in '83 Met Carol it turned out to be destiny He called up Pat and he said he found a new tune Thinkin' bout putting a ring On this new girl I found They'd marry in Vegas And buy a camper for fun And they would spend the Weekends getting away, he says Count on me, it's me you'll see We're young and free I ain't sittin' in this chair no more Time passed on and old age sure came young Doctor said Joe you soon won't be able to walk It's a nasty thing that's eatin' your nerves We'll try, we'll try, we'll try to keep you strong He traded the camper For a wheelchair in those final years Joe made his last call said "Pat, I'm done with these tears" Count on me, it's me you'll see I miss being free I ain't sittin' in this chair no more