Second Hand Lions
Copyright 2006 - Robert Lindsay Nathan and James Mahoney
You know I'm gonna come around
When I’m really cranky and old
Looking for a drunken old night
Where memories unfold
Of remember whens and remember thems
Of mistaken mistakes and unfettered sins.
Tales of stuff we might never had done
Places we went and had so much fun
Where pot bellied pickers
And sharp city slickers
On wooden dance floors
Worn out by shit kickers
Find gals in tight pants
And guys getting’ tight
They all wind up rantin'
Late into the night
Tellin’ tales of tall Texans
These tall tastes of Texas
Livin’ crazy things done
And some just begun
Soon to be Second Hand Lions
They'll be reminiscing
About their second hand dreams
And the youth that they're missin'
Ahh… Second Hand Lions
Playin’ fouty-two and moon
As their dominos all shuffle
In a game that’s ending all too soon
And with a little luck,
On the tailgate of a pick-up truck,
Parked backed to a fire in camp
We’ll lay one down that's dark and damp.
With a melody that's sweet and pale
Driftin’ through the air like scented ale
That warms the soul and sooths the flesh
With wicked words so cool and fresh.
About unrealized dreams
And old unhatched schemes
We’re too proud to live
And too poor to die.
So we gotta unite
And stay up all night
Lay it all down,
Then pick it back up
Like a rusty old pickup truck
We’ll never get stuck
We'll know how to go
With a load of rhythm and blues in tow
Chuggin' down the road
That we call yesterday,
Tomorrow my friend
We'll play those surly songs again
About us, Second Hand Lions
Playin’ fouty-two and moon
As our dominos all shuffle
In a game that’s ending all too soon
You know I'm gonna come around
When I’m really cranky and old
Looking for a drunken old night
Where memories unfold
Of remember whens and remember thems
Of mistaken mistakes and unfettered sins.
Tales of stuff we might never had done
Places we went and had so much fun
Where pot bellied pickers
And sharp city slickers
On wooden dance floors
Worn out by shit kickers
Find gals in tight pants
And guys getting’ tight
They all wind up rantin'
Late into the night
Tellin’ tales of tall Texans
These tall tastes of Texas
Livin’ crazy things done
And some just begun
Soon to be Second Hand Lions
They'll be reminiscing
About their second hand dreams
And the youth that they're missin'
Ahh… Second Hand Lions
Playin’ fouty-two and moon
As their dominos all shuffle
In a game that’s ending all too soon
And with a little luck,
On the tailgate of a pick-up truck,
Parked backed to a fire in camp
We’ll lay one down that's dark and damp.
With a melody that's sweet and pale
Driftin’ through the air like scented ale
That warms the soul and sooths the flesh
With wicked words so cool and fresh.
About unrealized dreams
And old unhatched schemes
We’re too proud to live
And too poor to die.
So we gotta unite
And stay up all night
Lay it all down,
Then pick it back up
Like a rusty old pickup truck
We’ll never get stuck
We'll know how to go
With a load of rhythm and blues in tow
Chuggin' down the road
That we call yesterday,
Tomorrow my friend
We'll play those surly songs again
About us, Second Hand Lions
Playin’ fouty-two and moon
As our dominos all shuffle
In a game that’s ending all too soon
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