Older Guys

Spend my whole time listening to old guys

To figure which way to go

Whether to hang my guitar high or

Or how you drag a smoke

Cos they look justified when drinking like

They've earned each swig and shot

Whether the day's best worth remembering

Or the one's best left forgot

I just don't take advice that hasn't been battered around

Like a gladstone bag in the rain all forgotten about

So I'm taking all my cues from the older guys

Old Ted used to do a good Stan Laurel and bowl a good leg cut

Sometimes I wish he was still around to clip me when I'm fucking up

He'd sit out on the back porch, all cardigan and frown

Drinking long necks of DA, while the Kalgoorlie sun was coming down

I'm taking all my cues from the older guys

Standing outside my local on a cold old Anzac Day

And I just don't seem to care if I drown out in the rain

Because they look through me like a sheet of glass, like the first window in a house

And I wonder if they've been lived in or if they've been torn down

Just cos I steal the suits

And walk like I'm fifty-five sometimes

I just don't have the nuts to sit with the older guys

So I'm taking all my cues from all those older guys