Dedication
(I wish I'd written it)
Much Too Young To Feel This Damn Old
- by Garth Brooks
This ol' channel’s getting longer
Seems there ain't no end in sight
To sleep would be best, but I just can't afford to rest
I've got to sail for England tomorrow night
I called the house but no one answered
For the last two weeks no one's been home
I guess she's through with me, to tell the truth I just can't see
What's kept the woman holding on this long
And the ship’s wake's getting longer and my rack is growing cold
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
All my money’s gone to legal with no wife left back at home
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
The new Sailors are getting younger
Rougher seas, you know I can't recall
A worn out tape of friends I knew, foreign women and tattoos
Seem to be the only friends I've left at all
And the ship’s wake's getting longer and my rack is growing cold
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
All my money’s gone to legal with no wife left back at home
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
Lord, I'm much too young to feel this damn old




