I am a local hero in every bar in town.
I can run a rack and drink the best young whiskey drinker down.
I've won a few and I've lost some too, but every time I try.
I'm just trying to keep my hand in, holding back the time.
I'm thirty-nine and holding anything I can.
Some nights it takes luck to help me be this much a man.
I'm thirty-nine and holding on to what's left of my pride.
I'm just trying to keep my hand in, holding back the time.
I can dance more two-steps than three or four bands can play.
I never lack for partners, I've learned the things to say.
Well love may be the answer, but it's a question of my pride.
I'm just trying to keep my hand in, holding back the time.
I'm thirty-nine and holding anything I can.
Some nights it takes luck to help me be this much a man.
I'm thirty-nine and holding on to what's left of my pride.
I'm just trying to keep my hand, in holding back the time.