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(aaron tippin/leigh reynolds)
I put down my razor
Toweled off my face
Thought I saw a new wrinkle
And another strand of gray
That one little scar
Kept catching my eye
Reminding me how time does fly
I was only a kid
When I had that first fight
But I still don’t give in
When I believe that I’m right
And at least I can stand here
And like what I see
In the man that kid turned out to be
Lookin? back at myself
It’s plain to see
That the cold hands of time
Ain’t had much mercy on me
But I played a straight game
With the cards that were dealt
And I can look straight ahead
Lookin? back at myself
Now I ain’t been no angel
But I learned right from wrong
Thanks to mamma and a hickory
And a love so strong
Yes she taught the rule
That life is lived by
I ain’t forgot what you get
For getting? out of line
Now this old world throws some punches
And I’ve taken a few
Now my skin’s tough as leather
But I’ve grown strong with the truth
There’s been so many times I could’ve just stepped aside
Ah but then I couldn’t stand here with this peace of mind
Lookin? back at myself
It’s plain to see
That the cold hands of time
Ain’t had much mercy on me
But I played a straight game
With the cards that were dealt
And I can look straight ahead
Lookin? back at myself
Still look straight ahead
Lookin? back at myself
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