Low-Down-Middle-Aged-Blues (feat. Sunny Bleau & Rick Steff)

There was a time not long ago when all my trees were green

The world was an open book all I had to do was read

I wrote some chapters in my book- some were fine, some not so much

But they were chapters no one else could touch

I look back upon those days, the good ones and the bad

Today, there's nothing I can do to stop the hourglass

I sit here all alone with nothing left to lose

I've got them low-down-can't-do-nothin-'bout-'em-middle-aged blues

My trees are almost at their peak, August in the air

I put more chapters in my book, but no one really cares

The folks I love the most will move along somehow

And I'll look back on those chapters, Oh I miss them now

I look back upon those day, the good ones and the bad

Today, there's nothing I can do to stop the hourglass

I'm sit here all alone with nothing left to lose

I've got them low-down-can't-do-nothin-'bout-'em-middle-aged blues

I look back upon those days, the good ones and the bad

Today, there's nothing I can do to stop the hourglass

I'm sit here all alone with nothing left to lose

I've got them low-down-can't-do-nothin-'bout-'em-middle-aged blues

Yeah, I've got them low-down-can't-do-nothin-'bout-'em-middle-aged blues

I've got them low-down-can't-do-nothin-'bout-'em-middle-aged blues