Your King

I can't quite play this old guitar Like I used to These worn-out hands are growing old Just like my torn-up shoes Been down this road at least a thousand times Looking for something to prove But these days I just think a lot And lord I'll be home soon Been around the world and back again Seen just about everything I'd gladly give it all right back If you would wear this ring Tell me you will be my queen And I will be your king My younger days are now a haze We took the world by storm The band and me we've seen it all Too numb to feel this thorn Each night we left our souls out there For everyone in the room But these days I'd much rather Stay home and grow old with you Been around the world and back again Seen just about everything I'd gladly give it all right back If you would wear this ring Tell me you will be my queen And I will be your king Been around the world and back again Seen just about everything I'd gladly give it all right back If you would wear this ring Tell me you will be my queen And I will be your king