Old timer, old timer
It's ooh late to die young now
Old timer, five and dimer
Trying to find a way to age like wine somehow

My new stuff is nothing like my old stuff was
And either one is much when compared to a show
Which will not be as good as another one you saw
So hell me, I know, I
Know, I know

I am an old timer, old timer
It's too late to die young now
Old timer, five and dimer
Trying to find a way to age like wine somehow

I meant every fool that ever signed
Their name up on these walls in the backs of these beer halls and concert halls
I been threw seven managers
Five labels, a thousand picks and patch cables
Three bands, a band, a bunch of guitar stands
And cans, and cans, and cans of beer, a bottles of boozes and bags of pot
And a thousand other things that I forgot

I thought that I be dead by now... but I'm not