FORTY
Album: WROWDY
By: Neil Smith
By: Neil Smith
Duration
3:48
Genres
Description
This song is about what it's like to turn 40 with a 40 still in your hand.
Lyrics
Forty - by neil smith (c) (p) 2011 neil smith entertainment and productions all parts written, performed, recorded and produced by neil smith D G D I've got some friends who live the high life G A D They all wear suits and laugh at my coveralls D G D And dial up AAA each time they get a flat A But I never go nowhere without my toolbox, lugwrench, spare and jack G A D We all live in the city and we got each other's backs G A D They taught me how to play 18 holes and I learned 'em bout a horse and tack G A D BM They celebrate their birthdays with chilled champagne and just don't understand G A D Why I turned 40 with a 40 in my hand D G D And they eat sushi for a snack G A D I like fried baloney that's a fact G A D And I'm a high school dropout, bet you find that hard to believe A But I hold me a diploma of a different kind from the hard knocks university G A D We all get together on Friday nights just us boys and the wives G A D They pick the opera, I pick the Opry when it's my pickin' time G A D Bm We always have a good 'ol night on the town but they still don't understand G A D How come at 40 I still like a cold 40 in my hand A D I like to chug an Old English 800 in my shed Bm A And they warn me that King Cobra'll strike me dead G A D And I can shoot a Colt 45 straight down my throat A A7 Come and open my gate and watch me go for 8 on the Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull G A D And my friends are gettin' tired of designated drivin' G A Bm And they just can't figger out how I'm survivin' G A D Bm Is my liver made of steel well I'll be damned D A Even though I'm 40 D A I still like a cold 40 D A D Even though I'm 40 I still like a cold 40 in my hand
