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Thanks for your letter and your kind words of comfort It’s good to hear from you again I’m going ok, taking it day by day You know what they say “Can’t complain” It’s just these little aches and pains I got ‘em always now, sunshine or rain It must be nice up there on the river Maybe I could visit, I haven’t had a trip in a while There’s nothing much keeping me here I see the gang maybe once or twice a year You and me, we could walk a rambling country mile Test out these little aches and pains When all else goes, they remain Disabled we’re born, disabled we die Is that a cliché? I’ll make it one! And hope it doesn’t get too creaky I have found that what you don’t know WILL hurt you And what doesn’t kill you makes you weaker Leaves you with little aches and pains I got ‘em always now, sunshine or rain Oh, these little aches and pains I don’t count my losses now, just my gains From Letras Mania