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I wrote this when I was 23, a year out of college wandering around my hometown with no pocket money playing open mics. You meet a lot of younger girls and twice as many older guys at townie bars. This is for them.
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Getting to that age
Where it's pretty tough to gauge
Am I gonna be the sage
Older guy
Headed to the stage
Where I've really got some range
But I don't want to be that strange
Older guy
Mothers dated me once
Brothers hating my guts
And dads, don't get me started
Best friends knowing my type
Exes sold on a fight
And dads, don't get them started
C'mon, I still get carded
At the bar, at the show
Dude, we gotta go, they're lining up in rows
You take the red ale, I'll take the blonde
Under the neon, this feeling can't be wrong
Now here's a little secret I'm gonna let you in on
I'm only interested in one thing
I'm only interested in one thing
I'm only interested
And it isn't what you think
You're gorgeous, I'm hurt
Fifty years ago
We could have made this work
You looking forward, me looking back
Meet in the middle
We could split it half and half
Your mother's calling your phone
Your brother followed me home
And your dad, don't get me started
Your best friend's searching my page
Your ex is cursing my name
And your dad, don't get him started
I'm sad and, at best, brokenhearted
If you still remember me
In a couple years, we can see
But to you, I'll always be
An older guy
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