| Have you ever sat down with an old man and let him speak his mind? | 
| I’m sure he’d say, «Thank you"and appreciate the time | 
| I’m sure you’d hear, Lord, between them ears | 
| A few things that you wanted to know for a long time | 
| 'Cause there’s more to grey hair than old bones | 
| A whole lot more between them calloused ears than remembering old songs | 
| So when he tells you somethin', pass it on | 
| Now I’m just like an old ropin' horse | 
| Lord, you know the only course | 
| Is where a cowboy reins him and throws his head | 
| And this life that I been livin' | 
| Lord, it keeps on givin' me | 
| What I deserve, to Hell with where I go when I’m dead | 
| 'Cause there’s more to grey hair than old bones | 
| A whole lot more between them calloused ears than remembering old songs | 
| When he tells you somethin', pass it on | 
| If the Devil ever gets on my back | 
| He’d better not cut me no slack | 
| Gonna look him eye to eye and I’m gonna grin | 
| If there’s a toll gate in Hell | 
| Mister, you might as well go ahead | 
| And loan me enough money to get in | 
| 'Cause there’s more to grey hair than old bones | 
| A whole lot more between them calloused ears than remembering old songs | 
| So when he tells you somethin', pass it on | 
| Pass it on | 
| Pass it on | 
| Pass it on | 
| Pass it on | 
| Pass it on |