Oh, if I had a mind to think
I might do some damage
Mix my thoughts in the kitchen sink
Make myself a sandwich
Oh, I might hock my ham and cheese
Buy a gun and shoot the breeze
Bring the sun down to its knees
And make another morning
Oh, if I had a mind to think
I might never gamble
Never touch that fine cornet
Do the muskrat ramble
I might just stay here in bed
Have the sense to plan ahead
See the sky is getting red
The soar my kits and crying
Oh, if I had a mind to think
I might take up jogging
Be behind those chili dogs
Chasing books to help my noggin
Oh, I don't know how I got this old
How the winter got so cold
Now the morning's turning gold
And I should stop my dreaming