Old Men

When it comes to fixing fence, riding bulls and drinking beer
Give me some young buckaroo, who's kind of wet behind the ears
'Cause I'll take fire in the belly, and if he's a little green
Well sometimes piss and vinegar is exactly what you need

But I want old men making my whiskey
I want old men singing my blues
And I want old men teaching my horses
'Cause there's just some things young men can't do
Like the old boys do

I want some scrappy kid
To have my back, in the middle of a bar room fight
And a little youth to kind of help
Sometimes, with the girls on Friday night
When I was but a young man, I was wild and full of fire
Acid trips and rocker chicks, well I'm lucky I'm alive

And I want old men making my whiskey
Well I want old men singing my blues
And I want old men teaching my horses
There're just some things young men can't do
Like the old boys do

Old men making my whiskey
Old men singing me blues
Old men educating my horses
'Cause there's just some things young men can't do
Like them old boys do