I used to think, when I got old enough to drink, I'd be really livin'.
And then I thought when I had a woman, boy, that'd be it.
Well, it looks like death's right up there with living these days.
Pretty soon, time's all gone, and there you are, eyeball to eyeball with the thing,
and you still can't make heads or tails out of anything.
I don't care much about dying myself. It's just when I get hell, I get lonesome.
And those young guys, they heading for it just like me.
Blind as bats, and I ... read more