There are twenty years to go
And twenty ways to know
Who will wear
Who will wear the hat
There are twenty years to go
The best of all I hope
enjoy the ride
The medicine show
And thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate
On more than meets the eye
There are twenty years to go
The faithful and the low
The best of starts
The broken heart, the stone
There are twenty years to go
The punch drunk and the blow
The worst of starts
The mercy part, the phone.
And thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
We need to concentrate
On more than meets the eye
And thems the breaks
For we designer fakes
But it's you I take
'cause you're the truth not I.
There are twenty years to go.
A golden age I know.
But all will pass,
Will end too fast, you know.
There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope
Though some may hold the rose
some hold the rope.
and that's the end
and that's the start of it
that's the whole
and that's the part of it
that's the high
and that's the heart of it
that's the long
and that's the short of it
that's the best
and that's the test in it
that's the doubt
the doubt, the trust in it
that's the sight
and that's the sound of it
that's the gift
that's the trick in it.
You're the truth Not I.....
You're the truth Not I.....
You're the truth Not I.....
You're the truth Not I.....
You're the truth Not I.....
You're the truth Not I.....
You're the truth Not I.....
You're the truth Not I.....