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Hey, man, its been a while
Do you remember me?
When I hit the streets I was 17
A little wild, a little green
Ive been up and down and in between
After all these years
and miles of memories Im still chasing dreams
But I aint looking over my shoulder
Chorus:
I like the bed Im sleeping in
Just like me, its broken in
Its not old -- just older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin Im in its alright with me
Its not old -- just older
Its good to see your face
You aint no worse for wear
Breathing that California air
When we took on the world
When we were young and brave
We got secrets that well take to the grave
Standing here shoulder to shoulder
Chorus:
I like the bed Im sleeping in Just like me, its broken in
Its not old -- just older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin Im in its alright with me
Its not old -- just older
Im not old enough to sing the blues
But I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes
You can roll the dice til they call your bluff
But you cant win until youre not afraid to lose
Solo
Well, I look in the mirror
I dont hate what I see
Theres a few more lines staring back at me
Now the night has grown a little bit colder
Hey man, I gotta run
Now you take care
If you see coach T. Tell him I´ve cut my hair
I´ve kept my fear
Still believe I´m just- Ha!
Chorus:
I like the bed Im sleeping in Just like me, its broken in
Its not old -- just older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin Im in its alright with me
It s not old -- just older
It´s not old -- just
Translate to:
Hey, man, its been a while
Do you remember me?
When I hit the streets I was 17
A little wild, a little green
Ive been up and down and in between
After all these years
and miles of memories Im still chasing dreams
But I aint looking over my shoulder
Chorus:
I like the bed Im sleeping in
Just like me, its broken in
Its not old -- just older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin Im in its alright with me
Its not old -- just older
Its good to see your face
You aint no worse for wear
Breathing that California air
When we took on the world
When we were young and brave
We got secrets that well take to the grave
Standing here shoulder to shoulder
Chorus:
I like the bed Im sleeping in Just like me, its broken in
Its not old -- just older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin Im in its alright with me
Its not old -- just older
Im not old enough to sing the blues
But I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes
You can roll the dice til they call your bluff
But you cant win until youre not afraid to lose
Solo
Well, I look in the mirror
I dont hate what I see
Theres a few more lines staring back at me
Now the night has grown a little bit colder
Hey man, I gotta run
Now you take care
If you see coach T. Tell him I´ve cut my hair
I´ve kept my fear
Still believe I´m just- Ha!
Chorus:
I like the bed Im sleeping in Just like me, its broken in
Its not old -- just older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin Im in its alright with me
It s not old -- just older
It´s not old -- just