| I had a bad night
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| i mean not so bad i thought i was king of the world
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| and i drank till daylight
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| i mean i never stopped once til my hands finally fell
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| and i fought my daytime self
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| with a mighty dose of hey look at the night time me
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| i never do win that battle
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| but i fight it over and over and over and over it seems
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| and i saw an old man
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| smilin' on a park bench feedin' the pigeon’s
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| my head was spinnin'
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| as my young body ached i wished for an old man’s vision
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| and i watched the way he moved
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| so slow, serene, and lucky to be alive
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| and i thought to myself i’m never gonna make it that far
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| too many nights like last night
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| I’d rather be 75 and sunny
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| and acting like I’m 17 and freezing again
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| I’d rather be up early in the morning
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| than up late at night again erasin' memory’s of where I’ve been
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| or to be through at 52 someday stone faced and leery eyed
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| you better believe i’m lookin for the moment
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| but my moment’s growin' bigger by and by
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| and i’ve got a best friend
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| she dont drink or smoke like I’ve been known too
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| shes got a religion
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| shes a one women dynamo and shinin' light in every room she goes too
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| she says the light thats there wont go nowhere noway
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| she dont spend every second smilin'
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| but she’s learnin' something exciting everyday
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| she’d rather be 75 and sunny
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| than 29 with a chance of showers all the time
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| she’d rather be old as dirt and new as any 9 dollar bottle of wine
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| or to be through at 35 momma stoned with her back to the win
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| you better believe she’s looking for the moment
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| but her moment is the hold damn thing
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| i see these spin kids
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| double wide eye’d and rollin' and rollin' and tumblin'
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| there rollin' in inches
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| taken the high dive approach and screamin' towards the water
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| there hearts race a million miles
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| as they buy another smile from a jar
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| there bodies are screamin' for the water
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| you know i just hope they make it that far
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| i hope they’re 75 and sunny
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| not 29 with a chance flurries all the time
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| i hope we’re all old as dirt
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| and not new as any 25 dollar ride that we can try
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| or to be through 35 momma stoned with our backs to the wind
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| you better believe i’m lookin for the moment
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| but my moment sums up the hole damn thing
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| and i say I’d rather be 75
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| oh how nice, how easy for me to say
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| I’ve never broken a bone in my life
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| let alone had my heart or a hip replaced
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| and i keep this furious pace
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| and i still feel so good and strong
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| and i do get tempted for a taste, just a taste
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| to keep me going, going, going, going, gone
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| But I got a notion
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| that everything I’ve learned will come around
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| in my devotion to the new thing
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| and the next thing and the hip thing is slowin' down
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| and i got a life in here wont go nowhere noway
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| and i don’t spend every second smilin'
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| and i ain’t tryin' but I’m excited for today
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| cause I’d rather be 75 and sunny
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| than 29 with a chance of showers all the time
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| I’d rather be older than the wind
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| then this years new kid runnin' for my life
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| or to be through at 52 someday, stoned faced and leery eyed
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| you better believe i’m lookin for the moment but my moment
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| you better believe i’m lookin for the moment but my moment
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| you better believe i’m lookin for the moment
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| but my moments growin' bigger by and by by and by |