YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET Well, I saw her at a Medicare reception, A glass of prune juice in her hand. She was leaning up against her walker, Oh, that silver fox was looking grand. So I decided to wheel my chair over Until my painful fingers began to cramp. I became even more discouraged, When I couldn't, NO I couldn't find a stinkin ramp. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHERE YOU WANT. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHERE YOU WANT. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHERE YOU WANT. BABY BOOMERS YOU KNOW, MOVE SLOW TO GET WHERE THEY NEED. So I went down to the local drug store To get my fair share of medicine. I was standing in line with old man Jimmy. His polyester pants looked really in. I also needed Metamucil Out of reach on that shelf top. Frustrated, I headed for the exit, Those automatic doors came to a stop. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHERE YOU WANT. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHERE YOU WANT. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHERE YOU WANT. BABY BOOMERS YOU KNOW, MOVE SLOW TO GET WHERE THEY NEED. When I escaped I headed for the corner. By then I was really miffed. I thought I'd catch myself a concert, But the bus didn't have a freakin lift. So I decided to have myself a social And visit the local nursing homes. Upon arriving I noticed they were empty Because they all went to see the Stones! YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHERE YOU WANT. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHERE YOU WANT. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHERE YOU WANT. BABY BOOMERS YOU KNOW, MOVE SLOW TO GET WHERE THEY NEED. B.G. Wetherby Enchanted Mountain Poems

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