Old and time

Looks down at his fingers
swollen and bent
and starts to wonder
where all the good songs went

Social Security check
ain’t  no security at all
a number in numbers
waiting for the curtains fall.
(Last call ?)

Rolling and tumbling days are gone
Old and time are the thieves

Should not be this way
should be (his) golden days
way he played the deal
That made the cards fall this way

Rolling and tumbling days are gone
Old and time are the thieves

Back in the day
Locked himself in a room
wouldn’t come out
till’ his blues was a tune

Never forced the hand
of fate no faith
stardom never found him
Couldn’t play the game

Rolling and tumbling days are gone
Old and time are the thieves

Sings today in lower keys
Plays old songs from memory
The thrill still thrives in tear filled eyes
Even playin to empty rooms

Rolling and tumbling days are gone
Old and time are the thieves

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