Young Concussion - Greenbeard

Another Saturday night

Some place that I can’t recall

I took a slap to the face

And then some Jack to the skull

Well, you’re never gonna feel this young

Just a little bit of waiting too much

Yeah, you’re never gonna feel this young

Easy to ride but hard to touch

This other time on the sands

A brother asked me to stay

I woke without all my clothes

And nothing left to say

You know, you’re never gonna be this young

It’s just a little bit of waiting too much

You know, you’re never gonna feel this young

Easy to ride but hard to touch

You know, you’re never gonna be this young

It’s just a little bit of waiting too much

You know, you’re never gonna feel this young

Easy to ride but hard to touch

If you say that’s the show, I won’t mind

But you’re ready to pack your things and leave

I’ve got nothing left to hide

But you’ve got plenty up your sleeve

(Uhhhh!)

(Ohhhh!)

(Oohhh!)

If you stay past the show, I won’t mind

But you’re ready to pack your things and leave

I’ve got nothing left to hide

But you’ve got plenty up your sleeve