Well its been a while,
since i did somethin I could be arrested for.
All the girls I ran around with,
don't run around no more.
Verse 2:
The days of racing cars and closing down bars,
are winding down.
I feel like the only Cowboy
left here in this town.
Chorus:
'Cause I've raised enough hell
for my next fifty years.
Dodgin work, chasin' skirts,
and shotgunning beers.
I need to act my age,
so I've been told.
But man this growing up is getting old.
Verse 3:
My buddy and I used to raise 'em high,
and stay out till four.
But his new wife
won't let me crash on the couch no more.
Verse 4:
Even he said:
"man ain't it time to tone it down?"
That's the last thing I thought I'd ever hear
come from his mouth.
Chorus (with slight change):
Cause we raised enough hell
for our next fifty years.
dodgin work, chasin' skirts,
and shotgunning beers.
I need to act my age,
so I've been told.
But man this growing up is getting old.
Chorus:
we raised enough hell
for our next fifty years.
Got to work chasin' skirts,
and shotgunning beers.
I need to hang my hat,
so I've been told.
But man this growing up is getting old.
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