Verse 1:

Well it's been a while,

Since i did somethin i could be arrested for.
All the girls i ran around with,
Don't run around no more.


Verse 2:


The days of racing cars and closing down bars,
Are winding down.
I feel like the only cowboy

Left here in this town.

Chorus:


'cause i've raised enough hell
For my next fifty years.

Got to work chasin' skirts,
And shotgunning beers.
I need to hang my hat,

So i've been told.
But man this growing up is getting old.


Verse 3:

My buddy and i used to raise 'em high,

And stay out till four.
But his new wife
Won't let me crash on the couch no more.


Verse 4:


Even he said:
"man ain't it time to tone it down?"
That's the last thing i thought i'd ever hear

Come from his mouth.

Chorus (with slight change):


Cause we raised enough hell
For our next fifty years.

Got to work chasin' skirts,
And shotgunning beers.
I need to hang my hat,

So i've been told.
But man this growing up is getting old.


Chorus:

We raised enough hell

For our next fifty years.
Got to work chasin' skirts,
And shotgunning beers.

I need to hang my hat,
So i've been told.
But man this growing up is getting old.