Billy Jim Baker
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Going gray around the temples
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Usually days when I won't shave
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Have a habit of tripping over ripples,
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And watching them roll in to waves
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Chorus:
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I've been too long riding this range
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Running wild, without reins
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Always traveling against the grains
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And pretty girls deserve better
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I'm too old to change
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Can't say I've been sorry
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About anything I've ran off to see
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And all the nights that we roared
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And going home never dawned upon me
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Chorus
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You better get gone and grow old graceful
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As graceful as push-ups can get ya
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But some times I look over my shoulder
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And smile about what they said about me
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Chorus
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Too Old To Change
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
