Taxes & Time (Live from Elkhorn Creek)
Now I know why old men
Never like to leave home
Feel the goodbye on my lips
To days when I would roam
I get turned on by habits
I swore off when I was young
Find more joy in the little things
And I wake up with the sun
Grow a little older
Try to walk the line
In the mirror I start to see
That old dad of mine
Gonna try and age
Like a fine wine
Two things you can count on
Taxes and time
Sure I miss the wild nights
The days of my youth
Feel damn lucky to be here
If I tell you the truth
But don't you count me out boy
I'm still in the race
And any horse worth it's weight
Knows how to keep the pace
Grow a little older
Try to walk the line
In the mirror I start to see
That old dad of mine
Gonna try and age
Like a fine wine
Two things you can count on
Taxes and time
I don't ever wanna die
But I ain't got much choice
Just hope I find good words to say
While I've still got the voice
Like I love you to my woman
And I'm sorry to that old friend
Forgive me to the Father
Before he calls me home again
Grow a little older
Try to walk the line
In the mirror I start to see
That old dad of mine
Gonna try and age
Like a fine wine
Two things you can count on
Taxes and time
There's two things you can count on
Taxes and time
Never like to leave home
Feel the goodbye on my lips
To days when I would roam
I get turned on by habits
I swore off when I was young
Find more joy in the little things
And I wake up with the sun
Grow a little older
Try to walk the line
In the mirror I start to see
That old dad of mine
Gonna try and age
Like a fine wine
Two things you can count on
Taxes and time
Sure I miss the wild nights
The days of my youth
Feel damn lucky to be here
If I tell you the truth
But don't you count me out boy
I'm still in the race
And any horse worth it's weight
Knows how to keep the pace
Grow a little older
Try to walk the line
In the mirror I start to see
That old dad of mine
Gonna try and age
Like a fine wine
Two things you can count on
Taxes and time
I don't ever wanna die
But I ain't got much choice
Just hope I find good words to say
While I've still got the voice
Like I love you to my woman
And I'm sorry to that old friend
Forgive me to the Father
Before he calls me home again
Grow a little older
Try to walk the line
In the mirror I start to see
That old dad of mine
Gonna try and age
Like a fine wine
Two things you can count on
Taxes and time
There's two things you can count on
Taxes and time
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Writer(s): Grayson Jenkins
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