Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fifteen To Forty-Three, artist - Conway Twitty. Date of issue: 28.02.1987
Song language: English
Fifteen To Forty-Three |
| I just cut the string |
| On a dusty old shoe box |
| And opened a door to the past |
| Now I’m sittin' here with my souvenirs |
| And these faded old photographs. |
| Fightin' back tears |
| Lookin' back through the years |
| And wonderin' why dreams fade so fast |
| Now the young boy I see |
| Don’t look like the me |
| Reflected in this old looking glass. |
| The man in the mirror |
| Sees things so much clearer |
| Than the boy in the pictures |
| With his eyes full of dreams |
| Oh, the men that I’ve tried to be |
| From fifteen to forty-three |
| Never believed that they’d end up like me. |
| There’s that touchdown I caught |
| Back when I thought |
| I’d play for the cowboys someday |
| There’s you holding me in my faded fatigues |
| Comin' home to the U.S.A. |
| One after another |
| All my sweet dreams and lovers |
| Pass before my tear filled eyes |
| Pictures of a fool |
| Who was selfish and cruel |
| Till the day he made you say goodbye. |
| The man in the mirror |
| Sees things so much clearer |
| Than the boy in the pictures |
| With his eyes full of dreams |
| Oh the men that I’ve tried to be |
| From fifteen to forty-three |
| Never believed that they’d end up like me. |
| Oh, I never believed I’d be lonely like me… |