When You'Re Pushin' Fifty

When you know you’re startin’ to get old— Set in your ways and more thrifty— Your poor ol’ joints just keep on achin’ As your mind starts gettin’ “drifty.” When you gain weight and wrinkle all up, Then you know you’re pushin’ fifty! You’re smokin’ more and likin’ it less— Eatin’ too many them French fries— Then some poke says your pushin’ SIXTY— But ol’ cowboys don’t tell no lies! You’re not a talkin’ ‘bout your old age, Just explainin’ ‘bout your waist size!