* I’m just completely heartbroken by Todd Snider’s death…
Old timer, old timer
Too late to die young now
Old timer, five-and-dimer
Tryin’ to find a way to age like wine somehow
My new stuff is nothing like my old stuff was
And neither one is much when compared to the show
Which will not be as good as some other one you saw
So help me, I know, I know, I know
I am an old timer, old timer
It’s too late to die young now
Old timer, five-and-dimer
Tryin’ to find a way to age like wine somehow
I’ve met every fool that ever signed their name upon these walls
In the back of all these beer joints and concert halls
I’ve been through seven managers, five labels,
A thousand picks and patch cables,
Three vans, a band, a buncha guitar stands
And cans and cans and cans of beer
And bottles of booze and bags of pot
And a thousand other things I forgot
A little out of place
A little out of tune
Sorta lost in space
Racin’ that moon
Climbin’ the walls
Of a hurricane
Still overall
I can’t complain
All I wanted was one chance
To let freedom ring
They said I had to get a permit
Tags and everything
I never made it through the red tape
I got this paper hat
I got a job workin’ weekdays
You want fries with that?
I got nothin’ to lose, nothin’ to gain
It’s like a one-way ticket to cruise in the passin’ lane
I can’t complain
He always felt like kin to me. Billy Strings may have felt the same way. “He was a real troubadour, a real ramblin’ man.” [Some NSFW language at that link.]