I Was Once The Rebel at The Bar

The long hair to my shoulders

I shaved off when it went thin

My beard now shows a hint of gray

but I don't think thats a sin

I still like the taste of whisky

but I have to watch the beer

Rock and roll don’t move me

Country music I like to hear

My boots are old and worn thin

My jeans are still Levi made

I don't make it to all the parties

and I now get weekly paid

I still smile and laugh a lot

But gone are my fighting days

I’m still a little bit different though

In a lot of little ways

There's no cigarette burning

or joints smouldering in my hand

 The dim-lit hazy taverns of my youth

I now rarely go to hear the band

So I don’t dance with the local ladies

I have a great one here at home

 Wakes me with my coffee every morning

And she won’t leave me all alone

I guess I’ve settled for confirmity

in a world so seldom real

In my world  I live my own dream

that one no one else can steal.

I walked one daughter down the aisle

I’ve held granddaughters two

I’ve tried to help my fellow man

In all the things I do

I still like to drive a cycle

but I own as well a car 

I think I did a whole lot better then….

THAT OLD REBEL AT THE BAR