| Someone said «Youth is wasted on the young»
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| I spilled every last drop of time that summer in the sun
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| My daddy had a Timex watch
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| Cigarette in his hand and a mouthful of scotch
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| Spinnin' me around like a tilt-a-whirl on his arm
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| Houses need paint, winters bring snow
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| Kids, come on in before your supper gets cold
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| Collection plates and daddy’s billfold
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| And that’s how it goes
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| You live long enough, people get old
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| I sat up right beside him in the cabin of that truck
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| Goin' thirty miles-an-hour down a side road talkin' 'bout the fish we caught
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| And I’m older now than he was then
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| If I could go back in time, I would in a second
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| To his beat-up blue jeans and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off
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| Houses need paint, winters bring snow
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| Kids growin' up and seekin' out the window
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| Hittin' every small-town dirt road
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| And that’s how it goes
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| You live long enough and people get old
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| Yeah, people get old
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| Daddy keeps busy in the aftenoons playin' cards by himself
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| And he shouldn’t be shovelin' that first snow, but you know he won’t take the
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| help
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| Full of pride and love, he don’t say too much but hell, he never did
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| And you still think he’s forty-five and he still thinks that you’re a kid
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| One day you’ll find yourself sayin' the things that he said
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| You’ll be walkin' down the hallway, turnin' off every light switch
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| When you twirl your kids in your arms
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| Before you know it, it won’t take too long
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| They’ll be runnin' off makin' a life just like you did
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| Houses need paint, winters bring snow
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| Nothin' says «love"like a band of gold
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| Babies grow up and houses get sold
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| And that’s how it goes
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| Time is a thief, pain is a gift
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| The past is the past, it is what it is
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| Every line on your face tells a story somebody knows
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| That’s just how it goes
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| You live long enough and the people you love get old |