OLD MAN FROM BAKERSFIELD

(HILL) COUNTRY CAT MUSIC (BMI)

I dreamed I was in a bar out west. The year 2005
When an old man at the bar looked over
And said with a stern cocked grin

Son you look like a fine young lad
Buy a round and I'll stay here and drink
And tell you some stories to tell your grand kids
Oh the things I've seen through these eyes

So I bought a round as he poured it down
He stood up there I could see
His face was haggard and his shoulders were bent
Then he rared back and started to sing

It's a shame there ain't no more trains
Lake Shasta is still goin' dry
If I was thirty again I bet I could swim
That mighty Kern River once more

But an old man don't sing anymore
Like I did in the days of Swingin' Doors
There's a new kind of breed that's just not in me
So friend won't you buy us one more

The night grew long and his thoughts rambled on
With fine liquor all bought by me
Then he started to speak of some people he'd known
And it was funny he called 'em Strangers

Well I remember when twin fiddles were in
And on the jukebox Lefty was king
But those days are gone the good times roll on
So son you better enjoy them right now

'Cause an old man don't sing anymore
Like I did in the days of Swingin' Doors
There's a new kind of breed that's just not in me
So friend won't you buy us one more
Hey old friend won't you buy us one more
Hey friend won't you buy Hag one more