Lyrics Age Like Wine - Corb Lund

Old timer, old timer
Too late to die young now
Old timer, five-and-dimer
Tryin' to find a way to age like wine somehow

Well, my new stuff is nothing like my old stuff was
And neither one is much when compared to the show
Which will not be as good as some that one you saw
So help me, Lord, I know, I know

I am an old timer, old timer
Too late to die young now
Old timer, five-and-dimer
Tryin' to find a way to age like wine somehow

Well, I've met every fool who's ever signed
His name upon these walls
In the backs of all these beer joints and concert halls
I've had seven managers, five labels
A thousand picks and patch cables
Three vans, a band, a couple guitar stands
And cans and cans and cans of beer
And bottles of booze and bags of pot
And a thousand other things I forgot
I thought that I'd be dead by now, but I'm not

I am an old timer, old timer
Too late to die young now
Old timer, five-and-dimer
Tryin' to find a way to age like wine somehow