When it comes to fixing fence, riding bulls and drinking beer Give me some young buckaroo, who's kind of wet behind the ears 'Cause I'll take fire in the belly, and if he's a little green Well sometimes piss and vinegar is exactly what you need But I want old men making my whiskey I want old men singing my blues And I want old men teaching my horses 'Cause there's just some things young men can't do Like the old boys do ♪ I want some scrappy kid To have my back, in the middle of a bar room fight And a little youth to kind of help Sometimes, with the girls on Friday night When I was but a young man, I was wild and full of fire Acid trips and rocker chicks, well I'm lucky I'm alive And I want old men making my whiskey Well I want old men singing my blues And I want old men teaching my horses There're just some things young men can't do Like the old boys do ♪ Old men making my whiskey Old men singing me blues Old men educating my horses 'Cause there's just some things young men can't do Like them old boys do