From the recording The Tale of The Teller

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Lyrics

Grey Beard Blues
Words and music by Wes Graham
I’ve got the Grey Beard Blues, and it just ain’t right
I’ve got the Grey Beard Blues, and Lord it just ain’t right
It takes me all night to do, what I used to do all night

I’ve got the Grey Beard Blues, I drink Ensure and scotch
I’ve got the Grey Beard Blues, I’m drinking Ensure and scotch
Cus every time I look in the mirror, It’s like a kick in the crotch

I’ve been a rambler, a gambler,
a winner, a looser, a King and a clown
I’ve been around and around and around
The sun so many times now
I’ve been rich, poor, a saint, a whore
I’m losing my grip
I’ve been lazy, crazy
Crystal, hazy this long strange trip

I’ve got the Grey Beard Blues, and God he is so kind
I’ve got the Grey Beard Blues, and the Lord God he is so kind
As women slowly get older, I am slowly going blind

I’ve been a rambler, a gambler,
a winner, a looser, a King and a clown
I’ve been around and around and around
The sun so many times now
I’ve been rich, poor, a saint, a whore
I’m losing my grip
I’ve been lazy, crazy
Crystal, hazy this long strange trip

I’ve got the Grey Beard Blues, but I’m not slowing down
I’ve got the Grey Beard Blues, and I’m never slowing down
I’m gonna still be causing trouble,
when I’m six feet under ground