Way back when, when the days were young We had our fun Never cared much about being cool Or growing old to play the old fool Part of your life you spend paying your dues Walking the miles and singing the blues If I'm born into a pair of ramblin' shoes I'll tell you what I'll do I'll take my wings with a heart that's true And find the way to you Part of your life you spend paying your dues Walking the miles in your old man shoes When I finally find the way to shake loose I'll tell you what I'll do Hang my worry on a golden noose And find the way to you When we're all old and withering sages Talkin' 'bout what might have been Like a missing line or torn out pages We're gonna miss you then Walking the miles, singing the blues Learning to love what god gives to you If he gave me rockets on the bottom of my shoes I tell you what I'd do I'd burn my sole where the sun was new And find the way The way to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
