Talking Old Soldiers

Talking Old Soldiers

Why hello
Say can I buy you
Another glass of beer?
Well
Thanks a lot
That's kind of you
It's nice
To know you care
These days
There's
So much goin' on
No one seems
To want to know
I may be just
An old soldier
To some
But I know
How it feels
To grow old

Yeah, that's right
You can see me here
Most every night
You'll always
See me starin'
At the walls
And at the lights
Funny I remember
Oh
It's years ago
I'd say
I'd stand at that bar
With my friends
Who passed away
And drank
Three times the beer
That I can drink today
Yes
I know how it feels
To grow old

I know
What they're sayin'
Son
There goes
Old man Joe again
Well
I may be mad
At that
I've seen enough
To make a man
Go out his brains
Well do they know
What it's like
To have a graveyard
As a friend
'Cause that's where
They are boy
All of them
Don't seem likely
I'll get friends
Like that again
Yeah

Well
It's time I moved off
But it's been great
Just listenin' to you
And I might even
See you next time
I'm passin' through
You're right
There's
So much goin' on
No one seems
To want to know
So keep well
Keep well old friend
And have another
Grink on me
Just ignore
All the others
You got your memories
You got your memories