1963

I took the long way around Ended up in this town

In the fall of ’63

I never could see myself Settling down

But it felt just like heaven to me

Well I met me a girl

With the stars in her eyes

In the spring of ’64

She was searching for something up there in the sky

But it was always a little too far

They tell me that fortune

Oh it Favors the bold

I’m getting too old

To be favored this time

Don’t you know that this life

Is a mouthful of whiskey

You've got to roll it around on your tongue

But it’s a waste of a dram on the young

It’s the aging that makes it worth drinking at all

Well I reached for her hand and

She told me she would

With the winter coming on

It was never enough

Even when it was good

But I woke up to find she was gone

With a lifetime behind me

It’s easy sometimes

In the quiet of the night

To get lost in regretting

What couldn’t be mine

But you can never make everything right

They tell me that fortune

Oh if favors the bold

I’m getting too old

To be favored this time

Don’t you know that this life

Is a mouthful of whiskey

You got to roll it around on your tongue

It’s a waste of a dram on the young

It’s the aging that makes it worth drinking at all