Well Worn Traveler

There's a pall that hangs about him
Almost time for the dog to die
He walks around in a shell shock gaze
Too old too numb to cry

The years ain't been kind to him
The whiskey took it's toll
Scared of things he used to laugh at
Wondering what will become of his soul

He's a relic of the 60 s
Outlaws sang the soundtrack of his life
He's a well worn tra vel er
Conjures memories to pass the time

There have been many women
Only one could claim his heartBut he lost her and kids she bore

Chasing vanity around the bar

Looking for only God knows what

For only God knows why

Wasted years spent knockin back beers

Now alone he spends each night

He's a relic of the 60 s
Outlaws sang the soundtrack of his life
He's a well worn tra vel er
Conjures memories to pass the time