the day he turned sixty-five

the day he turned sixty-five

they gave him a solid gold watch

threw him a party goodbye

speeches and thanks a lot

friends slapped his shoulder and said lucky

it sure must be nice to have nothing to do

and nobody noticed the tear in his eye

the day he turned sixty-five

he fought in the great world war

lost a boy in vietnam

never drove anything but a ford

had a stubborn streak ford sedan

never ask anyone for one single dime

the national anthem sent chills up his spine

but something began feeling let down inside

the day he turned sixty-five

hard work was something that he understood

he pulled his own weight and it made him feel good

he still awakens at six everyday

but most of the time he just feels in the way

the day he turned sixty five

he pulled out the old photographs

stared at the wife by his side

and wished the lord could give her back

and they could go fishing or simply hold hands

and do all the things the two of them planned

and she would have noticed the tear in his eye

the day he turned sixty-five

and he could have kissed the tear from his eye

the day he turned sixty-five