(Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill, Frank Beard)
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Old man sleepin' the hot day away,
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While he dreams a thousand yesterdays.
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'Cause he's had so many come his way.
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All he cares about is somewhere to lay his head tomorrow.
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Old man sits and thinks about his home.
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Doesn't matter 'cause he's all alone.
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What he'd give to get back on his own.
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Curses his body 'cause it's old and it gives no transportation.
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He sits in his one room shack alone but it provides no consolation.
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What a shame,
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His time is nearin'.
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His eyes won't let him see
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The skies are clearin'.
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Someone tells him
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Without his hearin'.
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It's no news to those who've been around
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While things are changin'.
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Old Man
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