Growing Old

I guess I'll find a new tie
I'm on a battleship flying kites
She was my one and done for life
The coal that burns in her eyes
Was just steam engine, crossed state lines
Maybe the heat can breathe for a night

I'm growing old near the bank of the river
Been bought and sold from a girl I lost
She's growing old somewhere North of Chicago
Lord, I pray she was growing old with me

A pipe that embarks on her ride
Give him hell or give him time
He'll come around, but I don't, are you surprised?
A voice where I once found life
Only speaks now after reply
Telephone lines and goodbyes for life

I'm growing old near the bank of the river
Been bought and sold from a girl I lost
She's growing old somewhere North of Chicago
Lord, I pray she was growing old with me

Whoa, yeah, oh, oh, ah
Whoa, yeah, oh, oh, ooh
Whoa, yeah, oh, oh, ah
La-la-la, la
Whoa, yeah, oh, oh, ah
Whoa, yeah, oh, oh, ooh
Whoa, yeah, oh, oh, ah
La-la-la, la

I'm growing old near the bank of the river
Been bought and sold from a girl I lost
She's growing old somewhere North of Chicago
Lord, I pray she was growing old with me



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Wallace, Ryan Murphey, John Brighton, Jesse Farrar, Dustin Eiskant
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