I Think I've Found Out

I Recorded A Song Called, I Fall To Pieces, And I Was In A Car Wreck. Now I'm Worried Because I Have A Brand-new Record, And It's Called Crazy!

I Suppose I Could Have Sat Back And Pitied Myself. For A Time I Wondered If I'd Ever Be Able To Go On To A Stage And Perform Again. After A Couple Of Weeks I Began To Feel I Could Fight My Way Back To Health If I Put My Mind To It. I Thought To Myself: 'pity Never Did Anybody Any Good. Go On. Patsy, Show 'em What You Can Do'

You Might Say It Was My Return To The Living That Launched Me As A Singer. I Was Placed In An Oxygen Tent, And The Doctors Brought Me Back To Life.

I Wish To Be Put Away In A Western Dress I Designed, With My Daughter's Little Gold Cross Necklace And My Son's Small White Testament In My Hands, And My Wedding Band On.

I Could Spit Dust I'm So Mad. He Wants To Put Violins On My New Session. I'll Die Before I'll Go All The Way Pop.