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  1. Old Man

From the recording Old Man: The Luna Sessions

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Lead and BGV: Brad Sharp
Keys: Jamieson Trotter
Guitars: Mick Taras
Drums: Paul Alexander Gonzalez
Bass: Leo Nobre
BGVs: Wendy Smith Brune' , Tera Bonilla

Lyrics

OLD MAN
Music by Brad Sharp and Jamieson Trotter
Lyrics by Brad Sharp

I:
Back in the day,
All of the girlies would look my way
Saying boy that man can play
Now them days have gone away - Thank ya now!

V:
Well I go by Ol’ Joe, Willie, Slim or Slo’ Mo
Been around the block a few times with my soul
Contemplate these names given
Wonder how they came to be
While I forecast rain from my decaying knee

Singing songs from deep within me
On this bench that kinda fit me
To rest my busted frame that’s weary from the game
All the youngin’s passin’ by me
Laugh aloud to criticize me
Not respecting where I’m from or why I came
......
They say...

C:
You’re such an Old Man
Too long in the tooth
You’re not in demand
Too wrong for the Youth
You’re such an Old Man
No market for you
You warrant old fans
Who won’t spend the loot (ooh. ooh)

Every time I turn the corner, a familiarity
Preconceived notions unfairly cast on me
With a word or an expression or a glare behind the eye
They think opportunity has passed me by

I refute their cold dismission
Charge no fee for the admission
Jump through diamond-crested hoops engulfed in flame
Fortify a new position
Redefine my definition
Sacrifice my pride to put light on my name
It’s the same...they say

C:
You’re such an Old Man
Too long in the tooth
You’re not in demand
Too wrong for the Youth
You’re such an Old Man
No market for you
You warrant old fans
Who won’t spend the loot (ooh. ooh)

V:
Though my hair is getting grayer
And I crack around the eye
I will shoot my star high, blazing in the sky
I refuse to drink the Kool-Aid, ride the wagon for the band
The consensus of the senseless thoughts of man

If it’s true what they’re projecting
That my life needs some reflecting
Then I guess I got one foot set in the grave
But I found a youthful fountain
Giving strength to climb a mountain
And in song I sought the solace that I crave
Awaiting change... But they say

C:
You’re such an Old Man
Too long in the tooth
You’re not in demand
Too wrong for the Youth
You’re such an Old Man
No market for you
You warrant old fans
Who won’t spend the loot (ooh. ooh)

O:
Back in the day,
When I knew few licks to play
All the fans would call my name
Now them days have gone away - Thank ya now!