Verse 1 Well I’ve been sippin’ Jack since ’95, Still got my truck, still feelin’ alive, Ain’t the gray in my beard that’s makin’ me curse, It’s watchin’ this circus gettin’ worse and worse. They’re dancin’ on screens, beggin’ for fame, Don’t know who’s runnin’ the show, but it sure ain’t sane. Chorus Getting older ain’t the problem, no ma’am, It’s the whole world forgettin’ who the hell it am. They trade common sense for a viral trend, Lord, pour me a double, we ain’t near the end. Yeah, the bottle’s still honest, the whiskey’s still true, But the people out there—ain’t got a damn clue. Verse 2 My daddy worked hard, didn’t need no app, Knew right from wrong, didn’t need no map, Now they’re scrollin’ for truth like it’s sold in a store, Buyin’ dumb by the pound, still screamin’ for more. Ain’t progress, it’s just polished decay, Pass me that bottle, I’ll drink it away. Chorus Getting older ain’t the problem, no ma’am, It’s the whole world forgettin’ who the hell it am. They trade common sense for a viral trend, Lord, pour me a double, we ain’t near the end. Yeah, the bottle’s still honest, the whiskey’s still true, But the people out there—ain’t got a damn clue. Verse 3 So I’ll raise my glass to the folks still real, Who don’t need likes to know how they feel, We might be rusty, but we ain’t blind, We see the crazy leavin’ reason behind. So here’s to the fools who still know the score, And the sweet burn of Jack that evens it more. Final Chorus (Big & Rowdy) Getting older ain’t the problem, no ma’am, It’s the fools with phones thinkin’ they’re Uncle Sam. They trade truth for noise, sense for show, But me and Jack, we still both know. Yeah, the bottle’s still honest, the whiskey’s still true, And I’ll toast to that till the world gets a clue.
