| Why hello, say can I buy you another glass of beer?
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| Well thanks a lot, that’s kind of you,
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| It’s nice to know you care
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| These days there’s so much going on
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| No one seems to wanna know
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| I may be just an old soldier to some
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| But I know how it feels to grow old
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| Yea that’s right
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| You can see me here most every night
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| You’ll always see me staring
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| At the walls and at the lights
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| Funny I remember oh it’s years ago I’d say
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| I’d stand at that bar
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| With my friends who’ve passed away
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| And drink three times the beer that I can drink today
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| Yes I know how it feels to grow old
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| I know what they’re saying son
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| There goes old mad Joe again
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| Well, I maybe mad at that, I’ve seen enough
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| To make a man go out his brains
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| Well do they know what it’s like
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| To have a graveyard as a friend
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| 'Cos that’s where they are boy, all of them
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| Don’t seem likely I’ll get friends like that again.
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| Well it’s time I moved off,
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| But it’s been great just listening to you
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| And I might even see yer next time I’m passing through
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| You’re right there’s so much going on
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| No-one seems to wanna know
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| So keep well, keep well old friend
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| And have another drink on me
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| Just ignore all the others, you’ve got your memories. |