Old Country Singer

Old Country Singer

He's an old country singer a hard drinking man
Must have let a million dollars slip right through his hands
Way back in the sixties he had a brush with fame
Now the people that he talks to don't even know his name

He's an old country singer, wrinkles on his face
His worn out Levi's look a little out of place
And his hair might be thinner and it's fast turning white
But don't give him no lip or he'll punch out your lights

He's a sweet talking mother a son of a b
And you love him or you hate him there's nothing in between
Pretty girls would crowd him when he was spending cash
Now a guy who lives on welfare can't afford a piece of ass

He's an old country singer, wrinkles on his face
His worn out Levi's look a little out of place
And his hair might be thinner and it's fast turning white
But don't give him no lip or he'll punch out your lights

He remembers the good times why did they have to stop
When Hank Merle and Marty were up there at the top
Now he sometimes wonders is country dead and gone
The songs that they're playing just don't turn him on

Knows it wont be too long till he's laid in a box
Prays he won't meet Jesus with holes in his socks
He say's I've been a sinner the Lord knows I've sinned
But I'm hoping that St Peter might just let me in

He's an old country singer, wrinkles on his face
His worn out Levi's look a little out of place
And his hair might be thinner and it's fast turning white
But don't give him no lip or he'll punch out your lights
And his hair might be thinner and it's fast turning white
But don't give him no lip or he'll punch out your lights



Credits
Writer(s): William Geoffrey Ashford
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