Dusty road ahead Wrinkles on my face
Time ain't on my side Slow and steady pace
Whiskey in my hand Memories fade to gray
Sun sets on the land Night turns into day
Growing old
Bones are cold Life's a tale
That's often told
Growing old Stories sold
Heart of gold Still feeling bold
Lost friends along the way Ghosts of yesteryears
Laughter turned to sighs Eyes dried from tears
Life's pages turn so fast Leaves fall from the tree
Bare branches creak and moan Nothing left to see
Growing old Bones are cold Life's a tale That's often told
Growing old Stories sold Heart of gold Still feeling bold
Life's pages turn so fast Leaves fall from the tree
Bare branches creak and moan Nothing left to see
Growing old Bones are cold Life's a tale That's often told
Growing old Stories sold Heart of gold Still feeling bold
Christopher Haaser - Old Man Blues Lyrics
Christopher Haaser - Old Man Blues Lyrics
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Dusty road ahead Wrinkles on my face
Time ain't on my side Slow and steady pace
Whiskey in my hand Memories fade to gray
Sun sets on the land Night turns into day
Growing old
Bones are cold Life's a tale
That's often told
Growing old Stories sold
Heart of gold Still feeling bold
Lost friends along the way Ghosts of yesteryears
Laughter turned to sighs Eyes dried from tears
Life's pages turn so fast Leaves fall from the tree
Bare branches creak and moan Nothing left to see
Growing old Bones are cold Life's a tale That's often told
Growing old Stories sold Heart of gold Still feeling bold
Life's pages turn so fast Leaves fall from the tree
Bare branches creak and moan Nothing left to see
Growing old Bones are cold Life's a tale That's often told
Growing old Stories sold Heart of gold Still feeling bold
Time ain't on my side Slow and steady pace
Whiskey in my hand Memories fade to gray
Sun sets on the land Night turns into day
Growing old
Bones are cold Life's a tale
That's often told
Growing old Stories sold
Heart of gold Still feeling bold
Lost friends along the way Ghosts of yesteryears
Laughter turned to sighs Eyes dried from tears
Life's pages turn so fast Leaves fall from the tree
Bare branches creak and moan Nothing left to see
Growing old Bones are cold Life's a tale That's often told
Growing old Stories sold Heart of gold Still feeling bold
Life's pages turn so fast Leaves fall from the tree
Bare branches creak and moan Nothing left to see
Growing old Bones are cold Life's a tale That's often told
Growing old Stories sold Heart of gold Still feeling bold
Writer: Christopher Haaser
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