Verse 1

Nearly sixty, still I take the long way home

Red scarf flying, boots against the stone

The young ones hurry; I just grin and go

There’s a whole wide road I haven’t got to know

Pre-Chorus

I’ve got stories in my pockets

And a spring inside my knees

When the fiddle finds its footing

Nothing keeps me in my seat

Chorus

I’m not done, not even close

Got a wild little heart that still wants more

Turn the corner, take the chance

I’m nearly sixty and I still can dance

Hey! Still can dance

Verse 2