Got a brown paper back and a bottle of pills
If the smokes don't kill me, the whiskey will
It's gettin' where I can't tell which way's which
Old habits die hard, and it's a son of a bitch
A few women tried to kill me with lips like cocaine
I tried to move to different cities and change my name
Got fed up said I don't want no more
Tonight they're all knockin' on my back door
I'm too young to feel this damn old
The days are hell and the nights are cold
Lessons learned and the truth be told
I'm too young to feel this damn old
Spent half of my life on the road or high
Said a lot of hellos and too many goodbyes
I could stick around here but I'd get the itch
Old habits die hard and it's a son of a bitchh
I'm too young to feel this damn old
The days are hell and the nights are cold
Lessons learned and the truth be told
I'm too young to feel this damn old
Got a brown paper back and a bottle of pills
If the smokes don't kill me, the whiskey will
It's gettin' where I can't tell which way's which
Old habits die hard, and it's a son of a bitch
I'm too young to feel this damn old
The days are hell and the nights are cold
Lessons learned and the truth be told
I'm too young to feel this damn old