John Williamson - Wrinkles

Wel^Cadd9l old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots He ^Cadd9values the time he spends growin' flowers He s^Gtill loves his babies that grew to be men He re^Gcalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours When ^Cadd9he and his woman worked on the land In th^Cadd9e heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet He st^Gill picks her a rose and his old heart still races She's s^Gtill the most beautiful girl that he's m^Cadd9et

And you ^Gask is he happy...and you ask is he happy He's got ^Cwrinkles from ^Amsmiling, he^Am/G feels lucky and f^Dree And he^G knows what it means to live h^Amere in t^Am/Ghe sunshin^De He's g^Cadd9ot wrinkles...... ^Amooo....^D ooo.^G.....^Cadd9ooo

^Cadd9He walks with Amelia down to the store ^Cadd9With a little cane basket for the bread and the daily Sun ^GStill hand in hand like babes in the meadows And young faces turn ^Cadd9Love is so beautiful, it can be so deep ^Cadd9And a man is a king when he has his own princess ^GBob wears no crown, no long flowing robe ^GBut there in his mind he still rides on his black sta^Cadd9llion

^Cadd9Then a cold winter came, and Bob was alone ^Cadd9His beautiful princess had flown with the angels ^GHe faded so quickly, the man became old ^GAnd the wandering dew soon covered the roses ^Cadd9First just a cane, then a strong stick for walking ^Cadd9Then just a chair with a grey old man dying ^GAll that he lived for was always beside him ^GSo Bob left in peace, to join hi^Cadd9s lady

And you ^Gask is he happy...and you ask is he happy He's got w^Crinkles from s^Ammiling, he ^Am/Gfeels lucky and fr^Dee And^G he knows what it means to liv^Ame here i^Am/Gn the suns^Dhine He's ^Cadd9got wrinkles......^Am ooo...^D. ooo^G.....^Cadd9.ooo