Verse 1)
He’s five-foot-nothin’, seventy-somethin’,
Still talkin’ like he’s king of the hill.
Walks around braggin’, chest all saggin’,
But never once earned a real bill.
Got a pit bull on a chain like a badge of pride,
Sayin’ “He almost tore that other dog up outside!”
Yeah, he talks real tough but the truth comes clear—
The bark ain’t his… it’s the dog you hear.
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(Chorus)
He’s an old man who retired too early,
Lazy since the day that he hit thirty.
Prayin’ to God to cover his bills,
Instead of workin’ hard or learnin’ new skills.
Overcompensatin’ ’cause he’s short and weak,
Letting his pit bull do the talkin’ when he can’t speak.
Yeah, he’s small, he’s loud, and kinda surly—
Just an old man who retired too early.
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(Verse 2)
He’ll tell you he “could’ve been somethin’,”
But the truth is he never even tried.
Spent more time sittin’, more time quittin’,
More excuses than years gone by.
Now he holds that leash like a borrowed spine,
Tellin’ stories ’bout “almost fights” like they’re signs
He’s still the man he never really was—
Tryin’ to win respect through the dog he loves.
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(Chorus)
He’s an old man who retired too early,
Lazy since the day that he hit thirty.
Prayin’ to God to cover his bills,
While he sits on the porch complainin’ still.
Short on height, long on lies each week,
Using his pit bull to seem less weak.
Yeah, he’s mouthy, bitter, and weirdly girly—
Just an old man who retired too early.
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(Bridge)
He don’t need a miracle, he needs a job,
Less holy talk, more doin’ the damn job.
But he’d rather point fingers and puff out his chest,
Let the dog do the work while he pretends he’s the best.
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(Final Chorus)
He’s an old man who retired too early,
Still thinkin’ braggin’ makes him worldly.
Letting his pit bull “almost” start fights,
So he can feel big for five whole nights.
Yeah, he’s weak, he’s loud, and he’s never learned surely—
He’s just an old man who retired too early.
