The Gambler
(a century young)
I'll still love you when you're old and grey
-- when you're washed up on life
-- when spots start to dot your skin
-- when wrinkles shrivel up your arms
and when you're too tired to sing me that song
-- we'll sing together in a chorus of croaks
-- we'll break our backs trying to dance in time
-- we'll wage war on our hips holding each other up
until a day comes and you're not there to greet it with me
- I'll change your sheets and soap the dirt of living
- I'll press my nose to your hair and cradle your tired bones
- I'll mean it when I say you're still the best thing I've ever smelled.
-- when you're washed up on life
-- when spots start to dot your skin
-- when wrinkles shrivel up your arms
and when you're too tired to sing me that song
-- we'll sing together in a chorus of croaks
-- we'll break our backs trying to dance in time
-- we'll wage war on our hips holding each other up
until a day comes and you're not there to greet it with me
- I'll change your sheets and soap the dirt of living
- I'll press my nose to your hair and cradle your tired bones
- I'll mean it when I say you're still the best thing I've ever smelled.