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Much Too Young – Amtgard Filk by [[Zachry Ironwolf]] 2006 | Much Too Young – Amtgard Filk by [[Zachry Ironwolf]] 2006 | ||
− | Chords: G Am D C G D< | + | Chords: G Am D C G D<br> |
− | This ol' highway's getting longer< | + | This ol' highway's getting longer<br> |
− | Seems there ain't no end in sight < | + | Seems there ain't no end in sight <br> |
− | To sleep would be best, but I just can't afford to rest | + | To sleep would be best, but I just can't afford to rest<br> |
− | I've got to be at Rhakis tomorrow night | + | I've got to be at Rhakis tomorrow night <br><br> |
− | I called the house but no one answered | + | I called the house but no one answered <br> |
− | For the last two days no one's been home | + | For the last two days no one's been home <br> |
− | I guess they’re already there, ditchin’ without a care | + | I guess they’re already there, ditchin’ without a care<br> |
− | I cant’ wait to get there and get me some | + | I cant’ wait to get there and get me some<br><br> |
And the ditch line's stretching longer, and the middle makes a hole | And the ditch line's stretching longer, and the middle makes a hole | ||
I'm much too young to feel this damn old | I'm much too young to feel this damn old |
Revision as of 06:11, 17 August 2022
Much Too Young – Amtgard Filk by Zachry Ironwolf 2006
Chords: G Am D C G D
This ol' highway's getting longer
Seems there ain't no end in sight
To sleep would be best, but I just can't afford to rest
I've got to be at Rhakis tomorrow night
I called the house but no one answered
For the last two days no one's been home
I guess they’re already there, ditchin’ without a care
I cant’ wait to get there and get me some
And the ditch line's stretching longer, and the middle makes a hole
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
I’ve thrown all the shots I’m able, years of smoking takes its toll
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
The competition's getting younger
Tougher newbs, you know I can't recall
These old duct-taped combat boots, lonely women and bad booze
Seem to be the only friends I've left at all
And the ditch line's stretching longer, so the middle keeps getting rolled
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
I’ll throw a few more shots if I’m able, before they put me in a hole
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
Lord, I'm much too young to feel this damn old