Album: The Old Magic
I'm 61 years old now, Lord I never thought I'd see 30
Though I know this road is still some way to go
I can't help thinking of
Will I be beloved and celebrated for my masterly climb?
Or just another bum when to comes to checkout time?
I'm fearful my chances of crossing over Jordan into glory
May be compromised by the pies I've had my fingers in
Must I be condemned, forever damned for some long-forgotten crime?
Or singin'