Intro: |
Once I was seven years old, |
My mama told me |
"Go make yourself some friends |
Or you'll be lonely." |
Once I was seven years old |
It was a big big world, |
But we thought we were bigger |
Pushing each other to the limits, |
We were learning quicker |
By eleven smoking herb |
And drinking burning liquor |
Never rich so we were out |
To make that steady figure |
Once I was eleven years old. |
My daddy told me |
"Go get yourself a wife |
Or you'll be lonely." |
Once I was eleven years old |
I always had that dream |
Like my daddy before me |
So I started writing songs, |
I started writing stories |
Something about that glory |
Just always seemed to bore me |
'Cause only those I really love |
Will ever really know me |
Once I was twenty years old |
My story got told |
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely |
Once I was twenty years old |
(Lukas Graham!) |
I only see my goals, |
I don't believe in failure |
'Cause I know the smallest voices. |
They can make it major |
I got my boys with me |
At least those in favor |
And if we don't meet before I leave |
I hope I'll see you later |
Once I was twenty years old |
My story got told |
I was writing about everything |
I saw before me |
Once I was twenty years old |
Soon we'll be thirty years old |
Our songs have been sold |
We've traveled around the world |
And we're still roaming |
Soon we'll be thirty years old |
I'm still learning about life |
My woman brought children for me |
So I can sing them all my songs |
And I can tell them stories |
Most of my boys are with me |
Some are still out seeking glory |
And some I had to leave behind |
My brother I'm still sorry |
Soon I'll be sixty years old, |
My daddy got sixty-one |
Remember life and then your life |
Becomes a better one |
I made a man so happy when |
I wrote a letter once |
I hope my children come and visit |
Once or twice a month |
Bridge: |
x4 |
Soon I'll be sixty years old |
Will I think the world is cold |
Or will I have a lot of children |
Who can warm me? |
Soon I'll be sixty years old |
Soon I'll be sixty years old |
Will I think the world is cold |
Or will I have a lot of children |
Who can warm me? |
Soon I'll be sixty years old |
Once I was seven years old, |
My mama told me |
"Go make yourself some friends |
Or you'll be lonely." |
Once I was seven years old |
Once I was seven years old |