“What's Mine Is Mine”

I like to sing six syllable words, like unappreciated.
'Cuz it makes me feel like I'm real smart, until Google defines my relations.
Then I get up and go like a bump on a log, and it gets me really frustrated.
My desire to call on my mom and dad, leads them to say, “You've Gotta Be Patient!”

I'd Say, I'm Twenty Years Old.
I've Been Around a Long-Time.
I've Rodeo-ed, I Plant My Own Pines.
I Bait My Hooks, and Get to School On-Time.
So Don't Lecture Me, About Crossing the Line.
I'm Twenty Years Old, and What's Mine Is Mine.

I like to dance two steps at a time, until three is dealt from the dealer.
It's like a full house flopped on the turn to unwind, then I win with an ace on the river.
My all in bets are rarely called from the vine, 'cuz my bluffin' hearts a deceiver.
And if I bust out flat I get my dad on the line, then ask of him, “Are You a Giver?”

He'd Say, You're Twenty Years Old.
You've Been Around a Long-Time.
You've Rodeo-ed, You Plant Your Own Pines.
You Bait Your Hooks, and Get to School On-Time.
So Don't Bother Me, When You're Broke with No Dime.
You're Twenty Years Old, and What's Mine Is Mine.

Now don't make things complicated.
'Cuz it only brings pain and frustration.

I'm near the end at the front of the line, yet I'm still stuck in the middle.
School is out and I'm tested by time, the days run together like a riddle.
I wrote this score hopin' to hear the sign, my guitar feels like it's a fiddle.
Today is my day and it's gonna be mine, but now I see, “I'm Big Yet Little!”

I'd Say, I'm Twenty Years Old.
I've Been Around a Long-Time.
I've Rodeo-ed, I Plant My Own Pines.
I Bait My Hooks, and Get to School On-Time.
So Don't Lecture Me, About Crossing the Line.
I'm Twenty Years Old, and What's Mine Is Mine.

Music and Lyrics, June 24th, 2022, 4:18am:
Peter J. Beauchemin