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A young kid stepped in from the cold |
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And he ordered up a drink |
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He said don't look surprised old man I'm older than you think |
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If I was the talkin' kind I could tell you a thing or two |
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And since you didn't ask, let me show you my tattoos |
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He said I got this rose in Memphis in some back old alley dump |
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Picked this eagle up in Dallas, man I sure was good and drunk |
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And you know the way I see it, if it gets any worse out there |
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A guy like me hasn't got a prayer |
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The old man poured some coffee |
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He said this one's on me |
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Sat down his cigarette and rolled up his sleeve |
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Said take a good look here my friend |
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You see what these are |
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Just my ragged old and jagged ordinary scars |
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He said I got this one in Paris in a war 'fore you were born |
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And this one when I was half your age workin' on my daddy's farm |
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And you know the way I see it, son you ain't seen what I've seen |
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Cause tattoos and scars are different things |
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He said I've been here for all these years |
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And what I know is this |
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If you look and listen close |
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A man will show you what he is |
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You know the way I see it, you've been 'round but you're still green |
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Cause tattoos and scars are different things |
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A young kid stepped in from the cold |
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And he ordered up a drink |
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He said don't look surprised old man |
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I'm older than you think |
