[Lyric] Talking Old Soldiers (Michael Callen)

Why, hello
Say, can I buy you
Another glass of beer?

Well, thanks alot
That’s kind of you
It’s nice to know you care
These days there’s so much goin’ on
That 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, that’s right
You can see me here most every night
You’ll always see me starin’
At the walls and at the lights
Funny, I remember
(oh, it’s years ago, I’d say)
I’d stand at that bar
With my friends who’ve 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 they’re sayin’, son
There goes Old Mad Joe again
Hell, I may be mad at that
I’ve seen enough
To makе a man go out his brains
Well, do they know what it’s like
To havе a graveyard as a friend?
‘Cause that’s where they are, boy
All of them
Don’t seem likely I’ll get friends like that again

Well, it’s time I moved on
But it’s been great just listenin’ to you
And I might even see you
Next time I’m passin’ through
You’re right: There’s so much goin’ on
That no one seems to wanna know
So keep well, keep well old friend
And have another drink on me
You just ignore all the others
You’ve got your memories