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By the Time I Was Old Enough(I Was Too Old to Care)Out behind my junior high, a bunch of older guyshad some girlie magazinesI'd never seen nothin' like that, I swore I'd buy a stackthe sweet day I turned eighteenthen in the eleventh grade, I saw Julie's silky braidsand fell for her true n hardon my eighteenth birthday, me n her stole awayand watched the moonrise in my rusty carwith the beauty of that romantic scenewho needed some phony magazinecos by the time I got old enoughI was too old to carelooking ahead I dreamed of getting therebut living in dreams, ain't what living meansand by the time I got old enoughI was too old to careback then some guys I knew, sounded kinda coolbraggin' about taverns and getting drunkI thought sure I'd hit a bar, buy a round of Maker's Markand finish a fight when I turned twenty-onebut by then Julie's kisses were raging flamesnext to them drinkin' whiskey seemed pretty tameby the time I got old enoughI was too old to carelooking ahead I dreamed of getting therebut living in dreams, ain't what living meansand by the time I got old enoughI was too old to caresome wait till they retireto make the most of their daysbut we watch the moonrise nowcos when that time rolls aroundI'm scared my weary bones will sayby the time I got old enoughI was too old to carelooking ahead I dreamed of getting therebut living in dreams, ain't what living meansand by the time I got old enoughI was too old to care(c)2005 Robert George