65
65 (Verse 1) Dusty roads and faded jeans, sixty-five years in the sun Seen my share of heartaches, battles fought and won Got a weathered guitar, and a voice that's raspy and low Singin' 'bout the life I lived, and the seeds I helped to sow (Chorus) Sixty-five, a number, but it ain't the end of the line Still got some fire burnin', still got a little shine Got stories in my pockets, like coins I love to hold Sixty-five and countin', 'fore I turn to dust and gold (Verse 2) Worked the fields 'til sundown, raised a family strong and true Taught 'em how to stand tall, and see the whole thing through Watched 'em chase their dreams, with a tear and a proud, old smile Knowin' they'll carry on, for just a little while (Chorus) Sixty-five, a number, but it ain't the end of the line Still got some fire burnin', still got a little shine Got stories in my pockets, like coins I love to hold Sixty-five and countin', 'fore I turn to dust and gold (Bridge) The aches and pains are creepin', but my spirit's holdin' tight Gonna dance a little longer, beneath the evenin' light Find the joy in moments, the whispers in the breeze The simple kind of freedom, beneath the old oak trees (Chorus) Sixty-five, a number, but it ain't the end of the line Still got some fire burnin', still got a little shine Got stories in my pockets, like coins I love to hold Sixty-five and countin', 'fore I turn to dust and gold (Outro) Sixty-five, I'm grateful, for the ride that's brought me here With a little luck and kindness, I'll face down any fear Yeah, sixty-five and smilin', beneath the western sky.
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65 (Verse 1) Dusty roads and faded jeans, sixty-five years in the sun Seen my share of heartaches, battles fought and won Got a weathered guitar, and a voice that's raspy and low Singin' 'bout the life I lived, and the seeds I helped to sow (Chorus) Sixty-five, a number, but it ain't the end of the line Still got some fire burnin', still got a little shine Got stories in my pockets, like coins I love to hold Sixty-five and countin', 'fore I turn to dust and gold (Verse 2) Worked the fields 'til sundown, raised a family strong and true Taught 'em how to stand tall, and see the whole thing through Watched 'em chase their dreams, with a tear and a proud, old smile Knowin' they'll carry on, for just a little while (Chorus) Sixty-five, a number, but it ain't the end of the line Still got some fire burnin', still got a little shine Got stories in my pockets, like coins I love to hold Sixty-five and countin', 'fore I turn to dust and gold (Bridge) The aches and pains are creepin', but my spirit's holdin' tight Gonna dance a little longer, beneath the evenin' light Find the joy in moments, the whispers in the breeze The simple kind of freedom, beneath the old oak trees (Chorus) Sixty-five, a number, but it ain't the end of the line Still got some fire burnin', still got a little shine Got stories in my pockets, like coins I love to hold Sixty-five and countin', 'fore I turn to dust and gold (Outro) Sixty-five, I'm grateful, for the ride that's brought me here With a little luck and kindness, I'll face down any fear Yeah, sixty-five and smilin', beneath the western sky.
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