Well I used to run around chasin' them phillies
Higher than a Georgia pine, drinkin' myself silly
Well i thought that I was bullet-proof, but somewhere I lost my fight
Now it takes me all night to do what I used to do all night
Well I had women on the telephone and women thru the mail
Well old father time has not been very kind
I'm afraid that he's taken his toll
Well I sure would have taken better care of myself
If I'd known I was gonna live to be this damned old
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It takes me all night to do what I used to do all night