The Bomber

When I became of age

My momma sat me down

She said, son you've grown up

It's time to look around

So I began to notice some things i

Hadn't seen before

That's what brought me hope

Knockin' on your back door

A closet queen, the worst I've seen

She wants to shake my hand

I don't want to be there

When she decides she can

It's apple dan, he's just the man

To pick fruit off your branches

I can't sleep if he can't keep

His cattle off my ranches

It's too strong, something's wrong

And I guess I lost the feeling

I don't mind the games you play

But I don't like you dealing

The cards look bad, my luck's been had

And there's nothin' left to smoke

Will all be back tomorrow

For the punch line of the joke