Drive a great big truck When I'm old, when I'm old Haul the wrecks down to the wreck yard Help the boys unload Keep my hair nice and long Because I can, because I can Any of my old friends who have no place to turn to They know to call me any time they come through
Never die, never die Stand with a bullwhip in my hand And rise, rise In the desert sand
Work days, work nights Finally get laid up By a piece of broken glass On the floor of the shop And the doctor recognizes me As the operating theater goes dim Aren't you that old wrestler with the bullwhip? Yes sir, that's me, I'm him
Get around fine on one leg Lose a kidney, then go blind Sit on my porch in Houston Let the good times dance across my mind
Never die, never die Stand with a bullwhip in my hand And rise, rise Surrounded by friendsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
