Growing Up Is Getting Old

Well its been a while
Since i did somethin I could be arrested for
All the girls I ran around with
Don’t run around no more
The days of racing cars and closing down bars
Are winding down
I feel like the only Cowboy
Left here in this town
'Cause I’ve raised enough hell
For my next fifty years
Got to work chasin' skirts
And shotgunning beers
I need to hang my hat
So I’ve been told
But man this growing up is getting old
My buddy and I used to raise 'em high
And stay out till four
But his new wife
Won’t let me crash on the couch no more
Even he said:
«man ain’t it time to tone it down?»
That’s the last thing I thought I’d ever hear
Come from his mouth
Chorus (with slight change):
Cause we raised enough hell
For our next fifty years
Got to work chasin' skirts
And shotgunning beers
I need to hang my hat
So I’ve been told
But man this growing up is getting old
We raised enough hell
For our next fifty years
Got to work chasin' skirts
And shotgunning beers
I need to hang my hat
So I’ve been told