Just about a year ago
I set out on the road
Seekin' my fame and fortune
Lookin' for a pot of gold
ThingS got bad and things got worse
I guess you know the tune
Oh Lord, stuck in The Old Die Young,
Rode in on the Greyhound
I'll be walkin' out if I go
I was just pa**in' through
Must been seven months or more
Ran out of time and money
Looks like they took my fans
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in the old Die Young,
A man from the magazine
Said I was on my way
Somewhere I lost connections
Ran out of songs to play
I came into town, a one night stand
Looks like my plants fell through
Oh Lord, stuck in the old Die Young.
If I only had a dollar
For every song I Sung
Every time a I've had to play
While peoples had patron'
You know, I'd catch the next Plain
Back to where I lived
Oh Lord, stuck in The old Die Young.
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in The Old Die Young.