Talking Old Soldiers
Why hello, say can I buy you another glass of beer
Well thanks a lot thats kind of you, its nice to know you care
These days theres so much going on
No one seems to want to know
I may be just an old soldier to some
But I know how it feels to grow old
Yeah thats right, you can see me here most every night
Youll always see me staring at the walls and at the lights
Funny I remember oh its years ago Id say
Id stand at that bar with my friends whove passed away
And drink three times the beer that I can drink today
Yes I know how it feels to grow old
I know what theyre saying son
There goes old man Joe again
Well I may be mad at that Ive seen enough
To make a man go out his brains
Well do they know what its like
To have a graveyard as a friend
`Cause thats where they are boy, all of them
Dont seem likely Ill get friends like that again
Well its time I moved off
But its been great just listening to you
And I might even see you next time Im passing through
Youre right theres so much going on
No one seems to want to know
So keep well, keep well old friend
And have another drink on me
Just ignore all the others you got your memories
You got your memories
