I’m really wild man
I’ve lost my smile man
Heavy weather and done too soon
Well, when all the strong are made
It’s often the weak ones fade
They say if you live, oh, then your time will come 
I guess I’m the lucky one
Won’t have to cut and run
My little dispositions saved

Old rocking chair’s waiting
I’m anticipating
That home grown salad and old blue moon 
It’ll come as a blessing
Won’t keep me guessing
I will occupy a place in the tune
There’s gonna be no restraint
Ain’t going to be no complaint
‘Cos, baby, I’m coming home

When the money’s gone and spending ends 
And it ends up they don’t have the time
You find yourself without those friends
That gather ‘round when things are fine