[Intro] | | % | % | % | | | % | | % | | | | | | [Verse 1] I may be getting old But I got young fashioned ways I may be getting old But I got young fashioned ways But I’m gonna love a good woman The rest of my natural days [Verse 2] If my hair’s turning gray I know you think the way I feel If my hair’s turning gray I know you think the way I feel There may be snow up on the mountain But there’s a thaw down under the hill [Verse 3] I may be getting old But I got young fashioned ways I may be getting old But I got young fashioned ways I don’t worry about no young one There’ll be no one to take my place [Instrumental] | | % | % | % | | | % | | % | | | | | | [Verse 4] A young horse is fast But an old horse knows what’s going on A young horse is fast But an old horse knows what’s going on A young horse may win the race But an old horse stays out so long