Damn, this body getting old

Woke up this mornin’ with a pop in my spine,

Back said “good luck,” and my knees said “not this time.”

Used to bounce back, now I just bounce slow,

Can’t find my glasses, hell, where’d they go?

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I used to laugh at my old man’s walk,

Now I get it—every snap, every knock.

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Damn, this body’s gettin’ old,

Got stories written in every fold.

I stretch, I groan, but I still roll,

Still got a fire burnin’ in my soul.

Yeah, damn… this body’s gettin’ old.

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Can’t eat like I used to—heartburn’s a friend,

Beer hits harder than it did back then.

My playlist’s now called “Throwback Gold,”

But I still dance bad and I still get bold.

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There’s a kid inside me screamin’ loud,

Sayin’, “don’t slow down, just make yourself proud.”

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Damn, this body’s gettin’ old,

Every joint’s got a tale that’s told.

I stretch, I groan, but I still roll,

Still out here rockin’, still got soul.

Yeah, damn… this body’s gettin’ old.

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Got scars from love, and scars from pain,

Ain’t afraid to dance out in the rain.

Every wrinkle’s just a chapter wrote,

On this wild ride that still gives me hope.

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Yeah, I might grunt when I stand,

But I’ll still lend a hand.

Might need Advil before I jam,

But I still am who I am!

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Damn, this body’s gettin’ old,

But the heart inside still feels gold.

I laugh, I stretch, I rock and roll,

Still chasin’ dreams that never get old.

Yeah, damn… this body’s gettin’ old.

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So here’s to the pain, the pride, the fold,

’Cause damn… this body’s gettin’ old.

But the soul—yeah, the soul—ain’t ever gettin’ old.