You look pretty in your fancy dress But I detect unhappiness You never speak, so I have to guess You're not free
Yeah, maybe when you're old enough You'll realize that you're not so tough And some days, the seas get rough You'll see
You're too young to have it figured out You think you know what you're talking about You think it all will work itself out But we'll see
When I was young, I thought I knew You probably think you know, too Do you? Well, do you?
I was naive just like you I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do Well, what you gonna do? What a fool
And how've you gotten by so far Without a head and no visible scar? No one knowing who you really are They can't see
What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do now?
The only way you'll ever learn a thing Is to admit that you know absolutely nothing Oh, nothing
Think about this carefully You might not get another chance to speak freely Oh, freely
Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough You're not free Yeah, you're not free
Oh, the people would come from far away, To dance all night to the break of day. When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do", They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!
Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy", And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy". Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn", To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins.
Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day When old Uncle Pen was called away, He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow, And he knew it was time for him to go. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Standin' on the corner of a busy street Lookin' for your face in every crowd I meet Searchin' every honky tonk in this town Tryin' to find the places where you hang around Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way Well I've been searchin' for you baby night and day Wonderin' if your love will ever come my way But time is runnin' out and I'm a slowin' down Tired of bein' just another hang around Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way There ain't no happiness in anything I do I found myself so lonely when I'm not with you What makes you just a kinda girl a guy will love You've got so many others that you're thinking of Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way Oh Lord I'm tired tired of living this a way
