I can't quite play this old guitar
Like I used to
These worn-out hands are growing old
Just like my torn-up shoes
Been down this road at least a thousand times
Looking for something to prove
But these days I just think a lot
And lord I'll be home soon
Been around the world and back again
Seen just about everything
I'd gladly give it all right back
If you would wear this ring
Tell me you will be my queen
And I will be your king
My younger days are now a haze
We took the world by storm
The band and me we've seen it all
Too numb to feel this thorn
Each night we left our souls out there
For everyone in the room
But these days I'd much rather
Stay home and grow old with you
Been around the world and back again
Seen just about everything
I'd gladly give it all right back
If you would wear this ring
Tell me you will be my queen
And I will be your king
Been around the world and back again
Seen just about everything
I'd gladly give it all right back
If you would wear this ring
Tell me you will be my queen
And I will be your king
