Old Man Blues
The old man's goals
Are the old man's blues
He sings from the heart
And serves it cold to you
He's got those rusty hips
He finds the time
He sweats what's left
Tryin' to make a dime
The old man's goals
Are the old man's blues
He sings from the heart
And serves it cold to you
Cus years have past
With little to show
Papa's been cookin'
And he's ready for the door
He's ready for the door
You lost control of those fingers
You lost control of that mind
Your hair is long to remember
You've left it all behind
Writer/s: DOUG STOL, MARIAL MAHER, MARK TURRIGIANO
