60, Single & Stoned

Eight Days off a Heart Attack, He Threw his little dog in a gunny sack And flushed his goldfish down the toilet bowl He put the topper on the old Ford Truck He'd make California with some Luck, and Leave the God-Forsakken Snow Singing Old John Denver songs. With his little Dog Barking Along... Flying like an Eagle Down the Open Road Said Goodbye to everything he ever know'd 'Cept his fishing pole and little dog... glad to hear there's more to eat in India But happy to be living in America Sixty, Single and Stoned He Spent his last dollar on a new tattoo, a cold case of Miller And Vegas Screw That covers everything he needs He Wouldn't say he's lonely but he's on his own A Man must walk this world alone... When your'e Sixty Single and Stoned He went Flying like an Eagle Down the Open Road Said Goodbye to everything he ever know'd 'Cept his fishing pole and little dog... glad to hear there's more to eat in India But happy to be living in America Sixty, Single and Stoned