The Good🎸The Bad 🎸The Ugly

Fifty-nine, and the mirror don’t lie, Gray in my beard, fire in my eyes. Fifty years carved these lines in my face, Some came from love, some came from mistakes. I see the kid who thought he’d never lose, The man who still had something to prove. I see the doors I slammed, bridges I burned, And every hard lesson I never learned. I’m the good, the bad, the ugly, All three of ’em look like me. The man who carried somebody, And the man who made ’em leave. I’ve loved, I’ve lied, I’ve lost, I’ve paid for what I did. You can’t judge the man inside, Because you don’t know where he’s been. I ain’t asking to be forgiven, I ain’t claiming to be clean. I’m the good, the bad, the ugly, And they’re all a part of me. I see the woman I should’ve held closer, The friends I let disappear. The times my pride said, “Walk away,” When somebody needed me near. I got names I remember, And some I can’t forget Some things I’m not proud of, And some things I ain’t faced yet. I see my father’s hands, And words I never got to say. I swore I’d never be that man, Then watched myself become that way. I’m the good, the bad, the ugly, All three of ’em look like me. The man who carried somebody, And the man who made ’em leave. I’ve loved, I’ve lied, I’ve lost, I’ve paid for what I did. You can’t judge the man inside, Because you don’t know where he’s been. I ain’t asking to be forgiven, I ain’t claiming to be clean. I’m the good, the bad, the ugly, And they’re all a part of me Time don’t care about the story, And how old you’ll get. One day you’re looking at yourself, With a lot of regret. I can’t change the hands I hurt. Can’t buy back a single year. But there’s still breath inside this body, And I’m still standing here. So let the good man have the wheel. Let the bad man know his name. And let the ugly one remind me Why I can’t go back that way. I’m the good, the bad, the ugly, All three of ‘em look like me. The man who carried somebody, And the man who made ’em leave. I’ve loved, I’ve lied, I’ve lost, I’ve fallen more than once. But there’s still a man looking back, Who ain’t finished becoming one. I ain’t asking to be forgiven, I ain’t claiming to be clean. I’m the good, the bad, the ugly… And they’re all a part of me. Fifty-nine and the mirror don’t lie… But it don’t get the final word. Not tonight.