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ONE HUNDRED YEARS

Written: Monterey Street, Farmington NM, summer 1971

 

Knees was just out of the army when he wrote this song on the piano. He was playing in Durango Colorado and into Neil Young and his old man songs. Knees wondered if he ought to sing the song in a Jack Crabb-like croak, but wisely opted for a more normal voice.

 

Brokenhearted dream keeps me movin on

Brokenhearted frame of mind

Will linger when Iím gone

Iím not gonna be the last man in this world

But even though my life was sadness

I lived to see one hundred years.

 

Brokenhearted love was all I ever won

A brokenhearted life

And now itís almost done

Iím not gonna see the last day of this world

But even though my life was madness

I lived to see one hundred years.

 

I fought the last century

Livin fast and playin rough

It didnít last long enough

And now itís gettin mighty tough

To even stay alive.

One hundred years old

God have mercy on my soul.

 

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