I Saw God in a Wheelchair

My one son lives in Phoenix with my ex-wife who has been very ill. I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes. After having three strokes, I guess I'm trying to fool myself into thinking I'm some kind of craftsman or something. So, I wrote this song.

I Saw God Sobbing in a Wheelchair

I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair

His legs didn't work and He had no hair

I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair

Nobody else was there

Nobody stopped to stare

Nobody seemed to care

I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair

His legs didn't work and He had no hair

I looked all around me

and couldn't get no air

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair

but no one seemed to care

I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair

His legs didn't work and He had no hair