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Growing Old
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Memories of my days as a dance hall bouncer back in the 50's stirred by a 70's Skyhooks rock classic. Graham
been there virgin sand ou
Strictly a demos only performer <br />Jam at live gigs sometimes and have a whole lotta fun doing it
I am writer, and general Mister Nice Guy. I am not a performer but manage to squeak out stuff good enough for others to hear and do better with. Lucky for you lot. I get a few other people to sing and play some of my stuff. I do make Karaoke tracks of my songs and perform them every Saturday night, trotting twix the two local pubs that do karaoke. I have a whole heap more fun than doing covers all the time. Most weeks having at least one new song to try out on the punters. Have seven recorded and getting airplay. And not only on my show Roar Radio either. Backing music for Born To Be Blue is now on a video showing the Esperance service providers. Out soon. More later.
Song Info
Genre
Blues Blues Rock
Charts
Peak #302
Peak in subgenre #138
Author
Graham Henderson
Rights
Graham Henderson APRA
Uploaded
May 17, 2006
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MP3 4.3 MB 128 kbps 4:42
Lyrics
Growing Old Copyright © Graham Henderson APRA 2006 Chorus Well. All of my friends are getting buried. Yeah. One by one, they’re making mould. They’re six foot down, sending daisies crazy. Guess that means I am growing old. Well. We used to be a wind bunch, when we were young. We were there when rock and roll begun. We’d hire a hall and pay the cops to stay away. Yeah in those days, that’s how we got things done. These days, it’s all just a memory. And that is something that is fast eluding me But I’ll keep trying to rock and roll Until I grow out of growing old Chorus Well. All of my friends are getting buried. Yeah. One by one, they’re making mould. They’re six foot down, sending daisies crazy. Guess that means I am growing old. Instrumental Well. Sometimes, I wonder why I survive. When there’s so few of the old gang alive. But I don’t suppose it will be long. Before they take me for one last drive. But. Meantime life has been kind I’ve still got hair and most of my mind. And seeing as I’m not quite dead yet. I’m still trying for what ever I can get. Yeah. Dying still trying is the only way to go. Chorus Well. All of my friends are getting buried. Yeah. One by one, they’re making mould. They’re six foot down, sending daisies crazy. Guess that means I am growing old. And you can bet I’m growing old gratefully.
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