one day, i'll slow and lay down,
spend my weekends in a swing out on the wraparound.
oh but these days, i'm on a mission
to get these wild oats out of my system.
yeah i might stay out all night,
i've gotta do a little wrong so i know what's right.
i wanna sit out on the porch
telling stories 'bout my glory days
when i'm pushing eighty.
how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise
if i ain't ever young and crazy?
now i might have to kiss no telling how many lips
before i ever really figure out what love is.
go through some heartbreaks, wake up with headaches,
don't learn nothing 'til you make a lot of mistakes.
how will i know where to draw the line
if i don't cross it a few hundred times?
i wanna sit out on the porch
telling stories 'bout my glory day when i'm pushing eighty.
how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise
if i ain't ever young and crazy?
yeah i'm gonna stay out all night,
i've gotta do a little wrong so i know what's right
i've gotta live a lot of life if i'm gonna give good advice
when i'm talking to my grand-babies
how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise
if i ain't ever young and crazy?
i wanna sit out on the porch
telling stories 'bout my glory days when i'm pushing eighty.
how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise
if i ain't ever young and crazy?
if i ain't ever young and crazy?
young and crazy.
young, young and crazy.
young and crazy. |