Old as Hell - Walter Martin

Oh well, I’m old as hell

I’m supposed to be wiser but I can’t tell

My life’s been a cherry pie

But I’d like a couple more years

Before I say goodbye

A couple more stormy Sunday mornings

Eating bacon and eggs

With my old girl with the silver curls

And the long long shiny legs

So here’s my prayer to the man upstairs

I hope he’s listening

Throw a couple more years, Lord, down to me

'Cause I’d miss those bar fights on Saturday night

And I’d even miss the pain

Of waking up with both eyes swollen shut

My money gone again

So here’s another prayer to the man upstairs

This time I’m down on my knees

Gimme a little more time, Lord, if you please

Oh well, I’m old as hell

I’m supposed to be wiser but I can’t tell

My life’s been a cherry pie

But I’d like a couple more years

Before I up and die