I Ain't Got Time
I ain't got time to hang around bars
Or for games of pinball with the boys;
My days start at dawn and my wild years are gone
And my own kids are playing with toys.
He's back at home in his parents' big house,
He's not even supporting a car;
Says he's got problems, it's true that he does,
But they're not what he's thinking they are.
Tax time is back an' he ain't saved a dime
Though his only expense has been beer;
People he knows say, "Well, shame about Joe,
But he will grow up one of these years."
I ain't got time to hang around bars
Or for games of pinball with the boys;
My days start at dawn and my wild years are gone
And my own kids are playing with toys.
He's always uptight when there's deep feelings aired,
Hell, it's just 'cause he's scared of his own;
Hates to face up to the truth that's inside
Of that heart that he passes for stone.
Can't ever make the commitments it takes
To keep anything lasting for long
Just like those jobs and the women he's known
But it's never been him that was wrong
I ain't got time to hang around bars
Or for games of pinball with the boys;
My days start at dawn and my wild years are gone
And my own kids are playing with toys.
He's waiting right now for a rock 'n' roll band
To employ him and take him away
And send him a list of the places he'll be
And determine his next month of days
And if they don't call you can find him downtown
Or at home in his old childhood room;
His number's the same, only wait if you call,
For he sleeps ev'ry day until noon.
For he sleeps ev'ry day until noon.
Or for games of pinball with the boys;
My days start at dawn and my wild years are gone
And my own kids are playing with toys.
He's back at home in his parents' big house,
He's not even supporting a car;
Says he's got problems, it's true that he does,
But they're not what he's thinking they are.
Tax time is back an' he ain't saved a dime
Though his only expense has been beer;
People he knows say, "Well, shame about Joe,
But he will grow up one of these years."
I ain't got time to hang around bars
Or for games of pinball with the boys;
My days start at dawn and my wild years are gone
And my own kids are playing with toys.
He's always uptight when there's deep feelings aired,
Hell, it's just 'cause he's scared of his own;
Hates to face up to the truth that's inside
Of that heart that he passes for stone.
Can't ever make the commitments it takes
To keep anything lasting for long
Just like those jobs and the women he's known
But it's never been him that was wrong
I ain't got time to hang around bars
Or for games of pinball with the boys;
My days start at dawn and my wild years are gone
And my own kids are playing with toys.
He's waiting right now for a rock 'n' roll band
To employ him and take him away
And send him a list of the places he'll be
And determine his next month of days
And if they don't call you can find him downtown
Or at home in his old childhood room;
His number's the same, only wait if you call,
For he sleeps ev'ry day until noon.
For he sleeps ev'ry day until noon.
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Forbert
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