Just about a year ago
I set out on the road
Seekin' my fame and fortune
Lookin' for a pot of gold
ThingS got bad and things got worse
I guess you know the tune
Oh Lord, stuck in The Old Die Young,
Rode in on the Greyhound
I'll be walkin' out if I go
I was just passin' through
Must been seven months or more
Ran out of time and money
Looks like they took my fans
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in the old Die Young,
A man from the magazine
Said I was on my way
Somewhere I lost connections
Ran out of songs to play
I came into town, a one night stand
Looks like my plants fell through
Oh Lord, stuck in the old Die Young.
If I only had a dollar
For every song I Sung
Every time a I've had to play
While peoples had patron'
You know, I'd catch the next Plain
Back to where I lived
Oh Lord, stuck in The old Die Young.
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in The Old Die Young.
