Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh ! Lord, stuck in the old Die Young
Rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walkin' out if I go.
I was just passin' through, must be seven months of home
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in the Old Die Young
The man from the magazine said I was on my way.
Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play.
I came into town, a one night stand, looks like my plants fell through
Oh ! Lord, stuck in the old Die Young!!!!!!!
Mmmm...
If I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song I've sung.
Errytime a band would play while people sat there 'Trone
You know, I'd catch the next plane back to where he left
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in The old Die Young
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in the old Die Young