Easy does it, across the room,
Don't cut a rug like he used to.
He just shuffles around in those old knees.
He's either in the way,
Or moving to slow,
Or forgetting things he oughta know.
His body and his bones might not agree.
In his mind he's thinking...
I'm still me, running wild and free
Down an old dirt road,
Jumping from a sycamore tree. (I'm still me)
Grass stained bare feet.
I'm still me, in my pride.
I got an "I can do anything" state of mind.
I might not be the boy I used to be,
But I'm still me.
Heres him saying,
He's had a good life.
60 Years with a loving wife.
Like all he's got left are memories.
Kids and Grandkids on the wall
They still drop by,
But they mostly call.
You know they're checking in,
Just to see if he's still him.
And he just smiles and tells them...
I'm still me, turning 17.
Flying down that road,
Flirting with the girl of my dreams.
(I'm still me.) Just like James Dean.
I'm still me, in my pride.
I got an "I can do anything" state of mind.
I might not be the man I used to be,
But I'm still me... I'm still me.
I'm still me, turning 33,
With a whole lot of miles infront of me.
I'm still me, in the same old skin.
A little short on breath,
But I'm catching my second wind. (I'm still me)
And I can do it all again.
I'm still me, in my pride.
I got an "I can do anything" state of mind.
Got my pride, and I got my dignity.
I might not be the man I used to be,
But I'm still me... I'm still me.
Oh, I'm Still me.