It's true some gray has touched the treasure
Of the golden hair that you once called my crown
And now when people ask what happened
He winks at younger girls and tell the town.

She's just an antique in my closet
Her hair is gray, she needs a rocking chair
She just an antiques in my closet
She's past her prime and I no longer care.

--- Instrumental ---

I gave my best years to my darlin'
And through the years I loved him more each day
But now my life has been forsaken
For through an open door I heard him say.

She's just an antique in my closet
Her hair is grey, she needs a rocking chair
She just an antiques in my closet
She's past her prime and I no longer care...