The Stanfields - Antics

^AEveryone knows me, the ^Dlocal inside ^Ajoke I was ^Gonce the life of the party, ^Dpills, liquor and ^Asmoke It ^Amakes a fella stop and wonder "^Dhow much did I ^Alose?" In the ^Gdying breath of the party, a ^Dpart of me died ^Atoo

The ^Ademons, the devils, and the ^Dghosts of rock and ^Aroll The ^Gvanguard of the young and reckless ^Dleft town long a^Ago They ^Asay I need to sober up and ^Dlay low for a ^Awhile They say "the ^Gknucklehead is a classic case of ^Dhopeless self den^Aial"

^CTellin' the same old stories, ^Gscared of ^Dgetting ^Aold ^CTellin' the same old stories, ^Gscared of ^Dgetting ^Aold

Now I'm ^Aold and decrepid, and miss the golden days

N.C.

A fleeting thing that passed me by somewhere in the haze I should ^Atry to raise a garden, ^Dvote and volun^Ateer Or get a ^Gmotorbike and a line of credit and ^Dget the hell out of ^Ahere

But I'm ^Ctelling the same old stories,^G scared of^D getting^A old ^CLivin' the same old stories, ^Gscared of ^Dgetting ^Aold ^CStuck in the same old stories, ^Gscared of ^Dgetting ^Aold