Talking Old Soldiers

Lyrics
Why, hello Say, can I buy you Another glass of beer? Well, thanks alot That's kind of you It's nice to know you care These days there's so much goin' on That no one seems to want to know I may be just An old soldier to some But I know how it feels to grow old Yeah, that's right You can see me here most every night You'll always see me starin' At the walls and at the lights Funny, I remember (oh, it's years ago, I'd say) I'd stand at that bar With my friends who've passed away And drink three times the beer That I can drink today Yes, I know how it feels to grow old I know what they're sayin', son There goes Old Mad Joe again Hell, I may be mad at that I've seen enough To makе a man go out his brains Well, do they know what it's like To havе a graveyard as a friend? 'Cause that's where they are, boy All of them Don't seem likely I'll get friends like that again Well, it's time I moved on But it's been great just listenin' to you And I might even see you Next time I'm passin' through You're right: There's so much goin' on That no one seems to wanna know So keep well, keep well old friend And have another drink on me You just ignore all the others You've got your memories
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Credits
- Producers
- Richard Dworkin