They say I’m too old,my shadow’s too long,
That the fire’s gone out where it used to burn strong I’m still here.n the glow of the moon
Chasing that dream though they call it a fool’s tune
They count the years they count the scars,
they don’t see the man I am just the man I was
I’m not dead I’m not done yet
Still got fights to lose and win races to run
out of line out of time I don't walk the line
I’ll keep on chasing what’s rightfully mine
The whiskey burns keeps me alive,Mary Jane still burns as the world turns
It stokes the flames when the world takes a dive.
They call me stubborn, they call me blind,
this heart’s still beating one beat at a time
They measure life in dollars and days
I measure mine in the chances I take
They say I’m too old to change my ways
My boots are cracked. my hands are frayed
The bottle’s damn near dry yet the fire still burns
A rebel’s heart don’t make no turns
I hear 'em whisper, "He’s out of time," this old clock keeps ticking fine Chasing dreams under a setting sun Out of line I don't walk the line never blind still running leaving dust behind Every mile’s a verse, every step’s a song The road is cracked the night's are cold I’m chasing silver not counting gold
They call me foolish a wasted man they don’t see the map I’ve planned My shadows stretch in the fading light Outlaws don’t quit we fight the fight
Let the whiskey sting and Mary Jane fill my lungs let the thunder roll I’ve still got sparks in this weary soul Chasing dreams under a setting sun Out of line I don't walk the line never blind still running leaving dust behind Every mile’s a verse every step’s a song The vultures circle but they’re too soon I howl my truth to the outlaw moon
This heart beats hard.this blood still runs
The fight ain’t over till the final guns fire Still got songs to write and sing wars to be won out of line I don't walk the line out of time I’ll keep on living this dream of mine until the reaper collects my soul i don't walk the line I'm not dead not done yet
Poet419
