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.