My hair is getting thinner and what’s left is getting grayer
And I’m afflicted with all manner of pain
I’ve lost a little fire and I’ve lost a few good years
But it’s nothing compared to what I’ve gained
I often catch myself sounding like my father
And wonder what’s to become of me
I’ve got a few regrets and I owe a couple favors
But I’m not ready for my final plea
I’m not ready for pipe and slippers
I’m not ready for the rocking chair
I’m not ready to read morning papers
And wait till you take me there
Watch my baby girl turn into a lady
Before my very eyes
Wonder what sort of world’s waiting for my baby
But I’m not gonna sit here just waiting to die
And I’m not ready for pipe and slippers
I’m not ready for that rocking chair
I’m not ready to read morning papers
And wait till you take me there
There’s still races to be run and there’s still songs to be sung
Still weddings and funerals to see
There’s still plenty of hurting and plenty of loving
And still plenty of time for me
But you can bring me my pipe
And you can bring me my slippers
While I sit here in this chair
But I don’t want to read the morning paper
And I’m not just waiting for you to take me there.
Bring me my pipe
And bring me my slippers
While I sit here in my chair
But I don’t want to read the morning paper
And wait till you take me there
Wait till you take me there
Wait till you take me there
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