I was born in 1962 Give or take a number of two Maybe it's the same year as you but deep inside Me I'm still 22 My feet start to hurt when I'm walk My voice start to break when I talk My hairs turned a color of chalk Pay my taxes at a county court You know sometimes I find it hard to breathe In god above I still believe And if my age ain't all just what it seems It's just a number I still possess the old silver tongue I'm still a hit with all the women Especially after whiskey and rum Yes I'm getting old but still havin fun yeah