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My mind thinks I’m still a badass like I was at twenty-five
My mind thinks I’m still a badass even though I’m sixty-five
My mind makes my mouth write checks my old body it can’t cash.

I used to ride every horse, never a fear or doubt within my mind.
I used to walk the stormy beach; daring the wind and tide.

My mind thinks I’m still a badass like I was at twenty-five
My mind thinks I’m still a badass even though I’m sixty-five

I’ve faced down mad momma cows, their calves to brand and vet
I’ve ridden into brush thick with thorns, my chinks still bear the marks.
I’ve broken bones, more than I can count, and wear my scars with pride
I used to walk with a swagger, spurs announcing my arrival
I now walk with a bit of hesitation that now is just a gimpy stride

My mind thinks I’m still a badass like I was at twenty-five
My mind thinks I’m still a badass even though I’m sixty-five

My idea of a lazy day back then was a BBQ and a horse show with a rodeo on the side
Now I want lazy days sittin’ on the porch, my dog next to me, spittin’ and tellin’ lies.
A wild time now is a day long ride with good friends and better horses.

My mind thinks I’m still a badass like I was at twenty-five
My mind thinks I’m still a badass even though I’m sixty-five

I know down deep within my heart and soul that I can still do some of my wild ways but know that I will pay for days
I love that I have those memories, they’ve made me who I am
And oh the stories I can tell, but, do I want to go back… it would be a freezing day in Hell.

My mind thinks I’m still a badass like I was at twenty-five
My mind thinks I’m still a badass even though I’m sixty-five