Three Cents Short

I'm too young to be feeling this old
In the South but I'm feeling so cold
I'm tryna find my pot of gold
Why can't I find my pot of gold
I've been doing what I've been to told
(I've been doing what I've been to told)
And my soul has never been sold
(Never been sold)
Lord help me find my pot of gold
Why can't I find my pot of gold
You see my momma and my daddy were married by my age
Babies are being born and folks are engaged
While I get enraged on my own
Dancing through life ain't fun all alone
I wear a smile
'Cos I'm amused
At how foolish and confused I am
But why give damn
If you understand

That I'm three cents short of three decades
Out here burning time like sage
All my days hours and minutes fade
Into seconds on a page
Of an equally short and long book
You could miss the end if you don't look
For these three cents short of three decades
Ain't really been worth the rage
But that's ok
Yeah that's ok
That's ok