| At a bar down in Dallas an old man chimed in And they thought he was out of his head
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| And all being a young man they just laughed it off
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| When they heard what this old man he said
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| He said I’ll never again turn the young ladies headds
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| Or go running off in to the wind
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| I’m three quarters home from the start to the end
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| And I wish I was eighteen again
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| Oh I wish I was eighteen again and going where I’ve never been
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| Now old folks and old oaks standing tall just pretend
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| I wish I was eighteen again
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| Time turns the pages and life goes so fast
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| The years turn the black hair all grey
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| I talk to some young folks but they don’t understand
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| The words this old man got to say
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| Oh I wish I was eighteen again…
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| Oh I wish I was eighteen again |