No Spring Chicken

Intro

Mm

Mm-hmm

Verse 1

Forty years of mornings at the county line diner

Cracked my knuckles once and they never quite came back

Got a picture on the dashboard from the summer of ninety-nine

She's still smiling back at me in that faded Kodak black

Pre-Chorus

The porch swing creaks a little different now

The dogs don't run as fast somehow

Chorus

I'm no spring chicken that's for sure

My knees complain when rain is on the way

Every morning finds a new ache to report

But I'm still standing here at end of day

Verse 2

My hands know the fence line better than my eyes do

Banjo strings feel softer than they used to feel

Grandkids ask me questions that I answer with a grin

Saying boy that's one long road from here to that bronze wheel

Pre-Chorus

The radio plays songs I sang along to

Now I hum the parts I barely knew

Chorus

I'm no spring chicken that's for sure

My knees complain when rain is on the way

Every morning finds a new ache to report

But I'm still standing here at end of day

Bridge

Some days I feel like that old barn out back

Warped boards and a leaning silver door

But the fiddle still sings and the banjo still rings

And I've got a little more than I had before

Chorus

I'm no spring chicken that's for sure

My knees complain when rain is on the way

Every morning finds a new ache to report

But I'm still standing here at end of day

Post-Chorus

Mm-hmm

End of day

Mm-hmm

End of day