Old Horses

silver Haired Man With A Guitar In His Hands

i Hear Him Echo Down The Street

singing To Me When He Sees Me Listening

so I Lay A Few Bucks At His Feet

it's Such A Waste, 'cause I Remember His Face

and Others Like Him All Around

the Suits And Ties Who'll See They Never Get Signed

don't Have The Guts To Shut 'em Down

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old Horses Put Out To Pasture

nowhere Left For Them To Go

too Old To Ride, Not Pretty To Show

they Might Have Had A Good Run

now Everybody Knows They're Just Old Horses

kind Of Reminds Me Of The Hollywood Grind

some Faded Actress Losing Heart

she Knows Her Lines, Gets 'em Perfect Every Time

but The Pretty Starlets Get The Parts

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and I Think, Where Do You Go When No One Needs You Anymore

and The World Declares Your Job Is Done

but There's Still Life In Your Bones, And Breath In Your Lungs

and Miles And Miles Left To Run

i Pass A Line Of Men Who Served Their Time

displaying Medals That They Earned

a Teary Eyed Vet Begged Me Not To Forget

they'd Gladly Take Another Turn.

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