I don't go all in but I'll take the gamble,
And I don't burn both ends,
Of the candle anymore,
I take the corners slower and steady,
This chip on my shoulder,
It ain't so heavy anymore,
We still fly like gypsies,
Just a little closer to the ground,
And we still love our whiskey but now it's just a little watered down
Couple girls I could have married,
Married someone else,
These torches I still carry,
Don't burn like hell the way they use to,
The back side of forty,
Ain't near as crazy,
And Sunday morning,
Ain't near a hazy anymore,
We still fly like gypsies,
Just a little closer to the ground,
And we still love our whiskey,
But now it's just a little watered down
Those old ghost still chase me,
But feel like their losing ground,
Yeah I'm still crazy,
But now I'm just a little watered down.