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I’m An Old Old Man Tryin’ To Live While I Can

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 20.09.2012

Said an old man to a good lookin' girl Well I've been around this big wide world
That home on the hill well honey that's mine
I've got the money if you've got the time
Well I'm not too old to cut the mustard anymore
I can stlll get around like I did before
So you come along with me my sweet sweet hon I'm an old man lookin' for fun
Yeah what I can do now most young men can't
There's not a town this old boy can't paint
I can make all the night clubs any old time I may be a little old but I'm doin' all right
[ steel - guitar ]
Well I'm not too old to cut the mustard anymore
I can stlll get around like I did before
So come along with me my sweet sweet hon I'm an old old man searchin' for fun
Don't take me wrong I just want have fun
Have someone along to help me spend my mon
Cause you don't live but once so please understand
That I'm an old old man tryin' to live while I can
[ fiddle ]


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