January 9, 2021 | Leave a comment Once I was seven years old, my mama told me“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely”Once I was seven years old It was a big big world, but we thought we were biggerPushing each other to the limits, we were learning quickerBy eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquorNever rich so we were out to make that steady figure Once I was eleven years old, my daddy told me“Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely”Once I was eleven years old I always had that dream, like my daddy before meSo I started writing songs, I started writing storiesSomething about that glory just always seemed to bore me‘Cause only those I really love will ever really know me Once I was twenty years old, my story got toldBefore the morning sun, when life was lonelyOnce I was twenty years old (Lukas Graham!) I only see my goals, I don’t believe in failure‘Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it majorI got my boys with me, at least those in favorAnd if we don’t meet before I leave, I hope I’ll see you later Once I was twenty years old, my story got toldI was writing ’bout everything I saw before meOnce I was twenty years old Soon we’ll be thirty years old, our songs have been soldWe’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roamingSoon we’ll be thirty years old I’m still learning about lifeMy woman brought children for meSo I can sing them all my songsAnd I can tell them storiesMost of my boys are with meSome are still out seeking gloryAnd some I had to leave behindMy brother, I’m still sorry Soon I’ll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-oneRemember life, and then your life becomes a better oneI made a man so happy when I wrote a letter onceI hope my children come and visit once or twice a month Soon I’ll be sixty years old, will I think the world is coldOr will I have a lot of children who can warm me?Soon I’ll be sixty years old Soon I’ll be sixty years old, will I think the world is coldOr will I have a lot of children who can warm me?Soon I’ll be sixty years old Once I was seven years old, my mama told me“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely”Once I was seven years old Once I was seven years old Once I was seven years old, my mama told me“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely”Once I was seven years old It was a big big world, but we thought we were biggerPushing each other to the limits, we were learning quickerBy eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquorNever rich so we were… Read More