Writing a song on a Tuesday afternoon Sharing a beer with a friend Not a care in the world I got nothing to do And no money to spend Singing this song makes time move along but Time's all I got anyway I don't care what I do as long as it's with you Sharing a beer with a friend Sometimes I feel I'm getting older But it's only gray hair Really nothing to fear My conscience looks over my shoulder Telling me to beware stop drinking that beer Just spent my last dime on a six pack Nothing to do but kick back Remember the past how we hoped it would last But time just won't let us go back The sun's going down making shadows in town It's almost time to go home So I'll finish my beer and be on my way now But remember what we did here today Sometimes I feel I'm getting older But it's only gray hair Really nothing to fear My conscience looks over my shoulder Telling me to beware stop drinking that beer
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