With apologies to the late Johnny Cash.
I hear the nurse a-commin', she's walking down the hall
And I ain't had my meds yet, no none at all
I'm stuck in Hillcreek Manor and time keeps draggin' on
The meds they haven't come yet, and I'm all alone.
When I was just a young boy, my mama told me, son
Treat that diabetes, take that insulin
Now I hear the patients screaming, their getting no reply
I hear alarm bells ringing, I just hang my head and sigh
People on the outside, their driving near and far
Yakking on their cell phones and smoking fine cigars
Someday I'll have my freedom, but its not yet to be
I see those people outside and it just tortures me
Lord, when I leave this rest home, on that fake leg of mine
I'm gonna go a walking, a little farther down the line
Far from Hillcreek Manor, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let my feline friend, purr my blues away