Story Of A Musician's Madness

I was born in 1962
Give or take a number of two
Maybe it's the same year as you but deep inside
Me I'm still 22
My feet start to hurt when I'm walk
My voice start to break when I talk
My hairs turned a color of chalk
Pay my taxes at a county court
You know sometimes I find it hard to breathe
In god above I still believe
And if my age ain't all just what it seems
It's just a number
I still possess the old silver tongue
I'm still a hit with all the women
Especially after whiskey and rum
Yes I'm getting old but still havin fun yeah