| Once I was seven years old, my mama told me | 
| Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely | 
| Once I was seven years old | 
| It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger | 
| Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker | 
| By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor | 
| Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure | 
| Once I was eleven years old, my daddy told me | 
| Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely | 
| Once I was eleven years old | 
| I always had that dream like my daddy before me | 
| So I started writing songs, I started writing stories | 
| Something about that glory, just always seemed to bore me | 
| Cause only those I really love will ever really know me | 
| Once I was twenty years old, my story got told | 
| Before the morning sun, when life was lonely | 
| Once I was twenty years old. | 
| once I was twenty years old | 
| Soon we’ll be 30 years old, our songs have been sold | 
| We’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roaming | 
| Soon we’ll be 30 years old | 
| I’m still learning about life | 
| My woman brought children for me | 
| So I can sing them all my songs | 
| And I can tell them stories | 
| Most of my boys are with me | 
| Some are still out seeking glory | 
| And some I had to leave behind | 
| My brother I’m still sorry | 
| Soon I’ll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold | 
| Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me? | 
| Soon I’ll be 60 years old | 
| Soon I’ll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold | 
| Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me? | 
| Soon I’ll be 60 years old | 
| Once I was seven years old |