Do a song of an old musician
Wonder who he's gonna be
And I do it with my own permision
Because the man it's me
I'm 62 and my voice is older
Still I try to play guitar
I'm been placed in a music folder
The once I didn't get far
I don't mind today everything has gone away
One happy day but I missed you
I'm glad I didn't stay
I don't mind at all that you always made me small
One happy day when I left you
And now I'm feel so fine
Do a song with the same precision
Wonder how it's gonna sound
No care if an old musician
Crawling on the ground
Simple thoughts when I was young boy
And I had it going on
My guitar was my only good toy
Now my thoughts are gone
Make a move getting your attention
Don't know if I have a shoot
I'm 62 never learned my lesson
I will burn in hell and rot
Have a drink I can pay for this one
Sudden I can see you crack a smile
You have never paid for your fun
Do you wanna f*uck it's been a while
