Singin' the Dinosaur Blues

Steven Fromholz Me and my friends are getting long in the tooth After three or four decades of seeking the truth Trying to recover from misspent youth And gradually giving in to knowledge I know a picker who moved to Nepal And another buddy's got a little shop in a mall Some of my brothers ain't breathing at all And others have given up privilege But I'm still beating on my old guitar Singing my songs in a smoky old bar Hitching my wagon to a shooting star And hoping that star don't fall I'll keep picking as long as I can But I don't want to die just a honky-tonk man I'm just a buffalo singing the dinosaur blues I was out last night, just me and a partner Ain't nothing but a fool would drink that hard You wind up sleeping in your buddy's front yard And you wonder what to tell the little woman