Billy Jim Baker



Going gray around the temples

Usually days when I won't shave

Have a habit of tripping over ripples, 

And watching them roll in to waves



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I've been too long riding this range

Running wild, without reins

Always traveling against the grains

And pretty girls deserve better

I'm too old to change



Can't say I've been sorry

About anything I've ran off to see

And all the nights that we roared

And going home never dawned upon me



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You better get gone and grow old graceful

As graceful as push-ups can get ya

But some times I look over my shoulder

And smile about what they said about me



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