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When I Grow Up
I’m an optimist – even though I age and mature at drastically different rates, I hope to someday feel like I’ve “grown up” just a little bit anyway. It’s not liable to be anytime soon!
AM - vocals, guitar
Jeff Arey - mandolin
Ralph Gordon – bass
Words & music A. McKnight, ©2000 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
When I grow up, want to be an old man, retire to the back roads, live closer to the land
sit out on the front porch, wave a friendly hand, when they stop and ask directions, make sure they understand
Chorus
When youth's used up, and my motor's slowing down
I will let the grass grow longer, take my time in town
and like my father's father, I will tinker with my hands
when I grow up, I'll be an old man
Verse 2
Set out to go fishing, forget my pole at home, and while I'm at it wait to leave, until the sun gets warm
I'll still bring home great fish stories, they'll still be true to form, the fish will taste as good, as they ever did before
Chorus
Bridge
though I am still burdened, with impatience of youth
always moving towards the fast lane, always searching for the truth
I aspire to the day I turn to the act of letting go
of everything that I must learn, from everything I've known
Verse 3
When they say my eyesight's failing, and my hearing's none too good,
guess I'll have them where I want them, guessing what I've understood
I'll be bouncing grandchildren, on bony bended knee, and sit and talk for hours, without saying anything
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