Goondiwindi Pork - John Williamson

They say I need some Rogaine to put in my hair Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear Oakley makes the shades to transform a tool You'd hate for the kids to think that you've lost your cool I'mma do the things that I wanna do I ain't got a thing to prove to you I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if I make a scene I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like I'm finally dandy with the me inside One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot about what you think Everyone likes to dance to a happy song With a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing along Timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts Maybe if I work with him, I can perfect the art I'mma do the things that I wanna do I ain't got a thing to prove to you I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if I make a scene I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like I'm finally dandy with the me inside One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot about what you think No, I don't care I don't care I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care I'mma do the things that I wanna do I ain't got a thing to prove to you I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if I make a scene I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like I'm finally dandy with the me inside One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot about what you think

Well old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots He values the time he spends growin' flowers He still loves his babies that grew to be men He recalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours When he and his woman worked on the land In the heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet He still picks her a rose and his old heart still races She's still the most beautiful girl that he's met And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He's got wrinkles from smiling, he feels lucky and free And he knows what it means to live here in the sunshine He's got wrinkles... He walks with Amelia down to the store With a little cane basket for the bread and the daily Sun Still hand in hand like babes in the meadows And young faces turn Love is so beautiful, it can be so deep And a man is a king when he has his own princess Bob wears no crown, no long flowing robe But there in his mind he still rides on his black stallion Then a cold winter came, and Bob was alone His beautiful princess had flown with the angels He faded so quickly, the man became old And the wandering dew soon covered the roses First just a cane, then a strong stick for walking Then just a chair with a grey old man dying All that he lived for was always beside him So Bob left in peace, to join his lady And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He had wrinkles from smiling He felt lucky and free And he knew what it meant to live here in the sunshine He had wrinkles...