Still Got Something Left to Give — Bubba Patrick [Verse 1] Heather said, “They might ask questions, Where you been these last few years?” I said, “Honey, that’s a long one, But I’m glad you’re sitting here.” She said, “Tell ’em you had health things, Took some time to see ’em through.” Sometimes that woman says one sentence Makes the next step clear to you. [Verse 2] I’ve sold some fence down in Georgia, Worked some jobs in Caroline, Walked a yard and pulled a tape out, Helped folks find that property line. Been a while since I’ve done business, Got some things to learn again, But I reckon I can shake a hand And listen just as well as then. [Chorus] I still got something left to give, Some work in these old hands, A little time, a little know-how, Maybe help somebody with their plans. One good step, an honest answer, See how all the pieces fit. I ain’t figured out tomorrow, But I still got something left to give. [Spoken, smiling] Now, before we get too carried away… Is that hourly or commission? And whose truck are we driving? I’m just asking questions. That’s all. [Cheerful harmonica turnaround] [Verse 3] Got some questions by my coffee: “What’s the schedule? Who finds leads? Will I mostly talk to customers, Or be crawling through the weeds?” Who takes over when the gate sticks? How far out am I gonna drive? I can bring along experience— Let’s see what you’ve got in mind. [Verse 4] Think I saw a little hopeful In the way Heather looked tonight. Maybe me getting out there working Sounds like something she would like. I’d sure like to make her happy, And I’d like some work to do. Get my shirt out, make that phone call, Have a talk and see it through. [Chorus] I still got something left to give, Some work in these old hands, A little time, a little know-how, Maybe help somebody with their plans. One good step, an honest answer, See how all the pieces fit. I ain’t figured out tomorrow, But I still got something left to give. [Bridge] Father, help me hear the question, Keep me present when I speak. Help me tell ’em what I offer And explain the hours I seek. If a door should open, guide me; If it closes, let it close. Tonight I’m sitting here with Heather, Tomorrow—well, who knows? [Acoustic guitar and harmonica break] [Final Chorus] I still got something left to give, And a little more to learn. Might be time to pack a lunchbox, Find a place to take my turn. One good step, an honest answer, See how all the pieces fit. Leave that porch light on there, darling— I still got something left to give. [Outro] A little coffee in the morning, A clean shirt hanging by the door, A chance to meet some folks who need What I’ve done before. [Spoken, chuckling] Sixty years old… Still know which end of the tape to hold. Now, getting back up off the ground? We might need to discuss that. [Bright harmonica lick, acoustic guitar finish]