a7 e7
stoic glares of remembered years
silent stares, no need for tears
d7 a7
mornings are foggy, nights are clear
d7 e7 e7 a7
nothing suprises, nothing to fear
about seventy turns around the sun
everything learned, had all the fun
i'm still right here, i ain't quite done
more to say from these tired old lungs
my high's been high, and my low's been low
told a few lies, and ate a bunch of crow
ask anyone around 'bout what they know
they'll tell you 'bout the times in stereo
travelled the world, been to timbucktoo
known a few girls, finally found my true
some think they know me, but they haven't a clue
been carrying around the rankin blues
