Old Man
Old man sleepin' the hot day away
While he dreams a thousand yesterdays
'Cause he's had so many come his way
All he cares about is somewhere to lay his head tomorrow
Old man sits and thinks about his home
Doesn't matter 'cause he's all alone
What he'd give to get back on his own
Curses his body 'cause it's old and it gives no transportation
He sits in his one room shack alone but it provides no consolation
What a shame
His time is nearin'
His eyes won't let him see
The skies are clearin'
Someone tells him
Without his hearin'
It's no news to those who've been around
While things are changin'
Hombre viejo
Viejo durmiendo el día caluroso
mientras sueña mil ayunos
Porque ha hecho que muchos se acerque en su camino
Todo lo que le importa es un lugar donde descansar la cabeza mañana
El viejo se sienta y piensa en su casa
No importa porque está solo
Lo que daría por volver por su cuenta
Maldice su cuerpo porque es viejo y no da transporte
Se sienta solo en su cabaña de una habitación, pero no proporciona consuelo
Qué vergüenza
su tiempo se acerca
Sus ojos no le dejan ver
El cielo está despejado
Alguien le dice
sin su oído
No es noticia para los que han estado por aquí
mientras las cosas están cambiando
Escrita por: Billy Gibbons / Dusty Hill / Rube Beard