| I’ve met all my heroes and shook all the hands
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| Of all I wanted to meet
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| I’ve kissed all the women that once were the girls
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| I dreamed about falling to sleep
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| I’ve looked up the bullies from grade and high school
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| And gave them a piece of my mind
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| I’ve even looked up some old teachers I had
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| And 'pologized for being unkind
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| I’ve talked to my mama and told her I knew
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| I hadn’t done all that I could
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| She just smiled and kissed me and said after all
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| You know prayers answered late are still good
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| And daddy there’s things I’d love to tell you
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| But you died 25 years ago
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| 'Cause just now I’m learnin' a few of the things
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| I thought for years you didn’t know
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| And there’s nothing I’ve done that I wish I’ve done less
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| But there’s a few I wish I’d done more
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| And the thing I find hardest to believe is I’m here
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| 'Cause I’ve never lived this long before
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| I find myself readin' the Bible more now than I did
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| Say ten years ago
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| And I find myself lookin' at young girls and thinkin'
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| That’s somebody’s daughter you know
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| And what does it mean when they call me Mister
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| And say things I don’t comprehend
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| And to tell you the truth more often to me
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| Their mama’s look better than them
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| But there’s one call I haven’t brought myself to make
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| One mem’ry that I can’t erase
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| I’ve still got the pictures that I can talk to
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| But I’m not up to go face to face
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| But maybe she’s happy and Lord I hope so
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| And maybe her kids have kids of their own
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| But to me she’ll always be a dance in the spring
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| And a mem’ry I can’t leave alone
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| And there’s nothing I’ve done that I wish I’ve done less
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| But there’s a few I wish I’d done more
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| And the thing I find hardest to believe is I’m here
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| 'Cause I’ve never lived this long before
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| So now that my life is laid out in order
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| I guess I’m ready to go
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| I’ll find me a shade tree and build me a cabin
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| And watch the daffodils grow
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| But wait just a minute if you’ll excuse me
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| I just saw someone I used to know
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| And I’ll come back tomorrow and finish this chorus
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| Da da da…
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| And there’s nothing I’ve done that I wish I’ve done less
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| But there’s a few I wish I’d done more
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| And the thing I find hardest to believe is I’m here
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| 'Cause I’ve never lived this long before
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| I’ve never lived this long before… |