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