Once I had a fortune ridin' on the shoe Of a field goal kicker from LSU I never broke a sweat Hell it was just a bet
Now I've climbed mountains And jumped from planes Even played chicken with a couple trains Lord, I've been a fool Still I kept my cool
I don't mind admitting this heart of mine starts to pound Thinkin' 'bout
The day my son starts asking me All about my history The things I don't want him to know The sex, the drugs, the Rock N' Roll All the while I watch my daughter Climb in some boys car as I hollar Honey don't be late I swallow hard while they drive away How sad my life without my wife would be Now that scares me
This morning while I combed my hair I found a few stray greys in there
And I laughed out loud I guess I ain't that proud
Some people are afraid to die But me and Jesus get along ok I'll be ok As my judgement day will be the day
The day my son starts asking me All about my history The things I don't want him to know The sex, the drugs, the Rock N' Roll Or the night I walk my daughter Down the aisle in a stiff white collar Just to hear them say "Who gives this girl away?" And leave her standing while I find my seat Now that scares me
The things I don't want them to know The sex, the drugs, and rock n' roll And the day they call another house their home I'm hoping they find everything that they need How sad my life without my wife would be Now that scares me Woah that scares meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
