I am an old man from out in Spokane Feels like I was born with these stripes upon my shoulders I've been waiting for that hour in Dayton Where I will feel that sun so hot And I'll let that freedom burn Now I'm in that city, and it ain't so pretty I'm feelin' dizzy from the hurry all around Now that old me I thought was dying slowly Well I'm longing to be him now ♪ I've been a gambler, one hell of a rambler But I always knew the name of that town as I passed through That automobile made from Pittsburgh steel Has taken all the hellos and goodbyes out of you ♪ So I'll hang my hat up next to my saddle And I'll carve my name in letters on the door Now that old me I thought was dying slowly I guess I'll hang it up to be him once more