Jimbo’s Bunk
Words and music by Tod Howarth copyright 2007-2010
I awake and bedside are family and friends
Some of you are crying while others pretend
What the Hell is wrong with me
I can’t feel my legs from underneath
The doctor says that it might be days
But I can not live this way
No, no way
I am leaving family they stay where they are
...And I roll in my wheelchair, not to live would be unfair, maybe
And if I should exit they wouldn’t be far
...Better that they would chase me, then to have to erase me, maybe
What the Hell is wrong with me
I can’t feel my legs from underneath
The doctor says that it might be days
But I can not live this way
What the Hell is a wrong with me
I can’t feel my legs from underneath
The doctor says that it might be days
And I thought I’d leave in another way, in another way
What the Hell is a wrong with me
If I can not live this way,
No no no no way
I awake and bedside are family and friends