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See the old man sitting on his front porch swing

Whisky bottle by his side, drinking is his thing

Since his woman left him

With his worries and his woes

Needing better things from her man

That’s the way life goes

No time for someone lacking passion in his soul

Woman has needs to warm her blood, curl her toes

Man put down your bottle, throw away your blues

Before you lose your woman to whom no-one knows?

Be the man she wants, be the man she once knew, be the man you promised her you’ll be

Then she’ll come back running, she still loves you fool, just you wait and see