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Intro

When I left I wasn't thinking

 That I wasn't coming home

 But first Al Green

 And then Barry White

 Convinced me not to go

And I didn't come home for fighting

 I came to bandage up my hand

 And if you're gonna talk to me like that

 Then I'll just go back out again

Wipe that chip right off your shoulder

We ain't getting any younger

Some things are getting bigger

Some things are falling off

 Some things they seem much harder

 Some other things stay soft

We're tipping over in the taprooms

 We're shooting through the ceiling

 We're dying in the bathrooms

 And we're living for that one sweet, fleeting feeling

I know my cough sounds awful

 Some nights it hurts a bit to breathe

 But I'm glad it's just my body

I do my business on the street

We ain't getting any younger

Tomorrow night we'll be that much older

Some kids are growing awkward

C (Here I'm not sure) Am

And some kids are going off

 We're fingering the punch bowl

 We're feeding from the trough

There's nothing quite like a Cheyenne sunrise

 To make us has-beens feel too old

Onward Christian soldiers

We're gonna bash right through your borders

I bet your next party gets sketchy

I saw the new kids nodding off

Some things are getting bigger

 Some things are falling off

Some things seem much harder

 Some other things stay soft