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Tom:
A [Verse 1]
A These old arms of mine, popping and cracking all the time
E D A They can't pick up what they should pick up, makes me depressed sometimes
A These dang knees that I've got on, somebody must have put 'em on wrong
E D A I can't really depend on 'em, I can't walk half a mile on 'em
A I got one ear that I can't hear from, got a wrist that needs a little work done
E D A When I talk my jaw gets locked up, I wake up and some mornings it's frozen [Chorus]
A G And I'm feeling old and crookedy
D A And I ain't even turned 30 yet
A G Well my daddy died when he was 47
D A I'm right behind
D E A He had his problems and I got mine [Verse 2]
A My danged ol' back, she's outta whack
E D A I got headaches that could knock out a horse, got mental problems of course (of course)
A People used to say I was so thin, the bones are gonna pop right outta my skin
E D A One night I was running from the cops, I hopped a fence and my ankle went pop Pop pop, pop pop pop pop [Chorus]
A G And I'm feeling old and crookedy
D A And I ain't even turned 30 yet
A G Well my daddy died when he was 47
D A I'm right behind
D E A He had his problems and I got mine [Outro]
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