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 Maybe we'll write Maybe we'll call Maybe we'll fall in love I can't save it now, so I watch it die And I thank the Lord every time Maybe we'll write Maybe we'll call Maybe we'll fall in love again Maybe we'll write Maybe we'll call Maybe we'll fall in love I can't save it now, so I watch it die And I thank the Lord 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