At first I guessed it was my accent
Or that my grammar was unsound
Then I guessed that I spoke much to quietly
Til I was warned I spoke too loud
So by and by it became self-evident
I knew I'd never be a resident
Bless you for trying
Bless you for finding things to say
Most people barely give the time of day
I tried to wear the fashions they wore
I learned to hold my Marlboro "so" every time you go
I heard the jokes and studied where the laugh lay
but when the punchline came they'd look away
I don't know why you ever did the things you did
I hope your patience isn't limited
Bless you for nothing
Bless you for trying every day
Most people people barely give the time of day
Bless you for trying
Bless you for finding things to say
Most people never give the time of day
These are my words
Though they're mainly for the birds
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