Getting Old Lyrics

Way down in Georgia, born on the run

Making the best of it, mother and son

Growing up fast in a forest of thieves

The old man'll be proud when you finally leave

Off on your own with loving to do

Now you're Getting Old too.

Started a family, two of your own

Making the best of it in your own home

The kids growing fast, they'll be talking back soon

Raised 'em up right, not too tight not too loose

Out on your own, but there's earning to do

Now you're Getting Old, too

Now you're Getting Old, too

You made a name for yourself, it's undoubtedly true

Like the old Forrest would have wanted you to

The name that you got from him, we got from you

Can't choose who you are, only what you can do

Don't stop, 'cause there's fighting to do

Now you're Getting Old, too

Now you're Getting Old, too

Now you're Getting Old…

There's one on the left, and one on the right

Saying our pieces with vigor and might

Sometimes it feels like it's just out of spite

It doesn't matter who's wrong and who's right

I should have seen that it was myself in you

Now I'm Getting Old, too

Now I'm Getting Old…

Now I'm Getting Old, too

Now I'm Getting Old…