| One day, I’ll slow and lay down
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| Spend my weekends in a swing out on the wraparound
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| Oh but these days, I’m on a mission
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| To get these wild oats out of my system
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| Yeah, I might stay out all night
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| I’ve gotta do a little wrong so I know what’s right
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| I wanna sit out on the porch
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| Telling stories 'bout my glory days when I’m pushing eighty
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| How am I ever gonna get to be old and wise
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| If I ain’t ever young and crazy?
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| Now, I might have to kiss no telling how many lips
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| Before I ever really figure out what love is
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| Go through some heartbreaks, wake up with headaches
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| Don’t learn nothing 'til you make a lot of mistakes
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| How will I know where to draw the line
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| If I don’t cross it a few hundred times?
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| I wanna sit out on the porch
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| Telling stories 'bout my glory days when I’m pushing eighty
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| How am I ever gonna get to be old and wise
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| If I ain’t ever young and crazy?
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| Yeah, I’m gonna stay out all night
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| I’ve gotta do a little wrong so I know what’s right
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| I’ve gotta live a lot of life if I’m gonna give good advice
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| When I’m talking to my grand-babies
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| How am I ever gonna get to be old and wise
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| If I ain’t ever young and crazy?
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| Yeah, I wanna sit out on the porch
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| Telling stories 'bout my glory days when I’m pushing eighty
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| How am I ever gonna get to be old and wise
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| If I ain’t ever young and crazy?
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| If I ain’t ever young and crazy?
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| Young and crazy
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| Young, young and crazy
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| Young and crazy |