I remember when
Weekends used to be two or three shots followed by a couple others
Wake up, have a beer, never needed to recover
A cold red Gatorade and that feel great
Now it's a bottle of Advil and the whole next day
My
old tricks don't work anymore They
don't get it done like they did before
Yeah,
the cold hard truth is getting harder to swallow
I guess a young'er me is a heart that could follow
My old ways ain't working for me Sometimes
I still wake up and think I'm twenty-three
All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don't work anymore
No, no
No, no
CR, you think that's fine?
Stupid jokes would make her laugh Compliments would make her smile
Kisses on the neck always used to drive her wild
All the things I used to do I can't get away with
Like saying golfing with the boys is a business trip
My old tricks don't work anymore They
don't get it done like they did before
Yeah,
the cold hard truth is getting harder to swallow
I guess a young'er me is a heart that could follow
Here we go!
My old tricks don't work anymore They
don't get it done like they did before
Yeah,
the cold hard truth is getting harder to swallow
I guess a young'er me is a heart that could follow
My old ways ain't working for me Sometimes
I still wake up and think I'm twenty-three
All my elders used to tell me this would happen
for sure Now my old tricks don't work anymore
No, no!
We ain't getting any younger, are we?