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