(feat. George Jones)

(Cindy Walker, James Robert Wills)

Don't be ashamed of your age.
Don't let the years get you down.
That old gang you knew
They still think of you
As a rounder in your old hometown.

Don't mind the grey in your hair.
Just think of all the fun you've had
Puttin' it there.
As for that old book of time
You've never skipped a page
So don't be ashamed of your age, brother.
Don't be ashamed of your age.

Listen, Mr. Smith, Mr. Brown,
Don't let your age get you down.
Life ain't begun
Until you're 40, son.
That's when you really start to go to town.4

Don't wish that you were a lad.
Why, boy, you've lost more gals
Than they've ever had
And, listen, you've graduated
From that ol' sucker stage,
So don't be ashamed of your age, brother.
Don't be ashamed of your age.