I got the news just last evening
Matilda was taking off her shoes
Her mamma brought me a cup of coffee
I was getting' old but I couldn't lose
Get up at five to watch the sun rise
Matilda's wearing that funny smirk
I say goodbye for the last time
Grab my gun and go to work
Forty years on the machine line
You got yours, I got what's mine
And mister, won't you tell me why
you set me free
Oh, Matilda grab the keys and wine
And meet me further down the line
In Paducah or the hills of Bowling Green
Drive to the corner of 1st and Crescent
Stuff like that don't matter now
I say, ?Dyin' ain't much of a livin'