Old timer, old timer
Too late to die young now
Old timer, five-and-dimer
Tryin' to find a way to age like wine somehow
My new stuff is nothing like my old stuff was
And neither one is much when compared to the show
Which will not be as good as some other one you saw
So help me, I know, I know, I know
I am an old timer, old timer
It's too late to die young now
Old timer, five-and-dimer
Tryin' to find a way to age like wine somehow
I've met every fool who ever signed their name upon these walls
In the back of these beer joints and concert halls
I've been through seven managers, five labels,
A thousand picks and patch cables,
Three vans, a band, a buncha guitar stands
And cans and cans and cans of beer
And bottles of booze and bags of pot
And a thousand other things I forgot
I thought that I'd be dead by now
But I'm not
