Stan Rogers - Past Fifty lyrics

Some living, no one time for giving, I ain't got a dime, Winds are blowing, wheat fields are growing, bit none of it's mine, Gets so I just watch people go by, looking away, I tell you I'm almost through, I'd hate to see another day. Easy lady, I know you're always ready, selling your time, My last dollar, I pinched it 'til it hollered and bought me some wine. I'm past caring, it's all I got for sharing, so if you're for free I tell you, I'm almost through, I'm tired as a man can be. [Chorus] I want to go home to the Maker, home to the Chief, The Holy Word made me sure my worried mind would find relief; I'm going through life like a Pilgrim, lost in a storm; With winds that blow to make me cold, but the Holy Body keeps me warm. Some morning I'd like to see me warming my feet by a fire, Eggs and bacon, coffee I'd be making, couldn't be finer! A good living, extra bit forgiving someone like me, I tell you I'm almost through. I'm tired as a man can be. [Chorus]