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 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
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 grandbabies
how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise
if i ain’t ever young and crazy
yeah 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
Artist: Frankie Ballard
Year: 2015
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 159