Story Behind The Song

While chatting with fellow water aerobics classmates, Kevin Desire noticed someone had missed class. When told she bruised her ankle, he joked, "She must've fallen being chased by an old man at the casino!" The line was too good to ignore -- and a few hours later, "Don't Steal an Old Man's Quarter" was born. Inspired by everyday moments and flavored with humor, the track brings together wit, wisdom, and a wink of Southern charm.

Song Description

"Don't Steal an Old Man's Quarter" is a spirited, story-driven Country track that walks the line between humor and heart with old-school charm. Written by Kevin Desire and performed by Stephen Carey, the song spins a playful warning wrapped in bluegrass textures, tight harmonies, and generational wit. Laced with lead guitar, pedal steel, bass, and porch-ready production, it delivers the kind of Southern sass that feels right at home in a rural diner scene or a quirky indie film moment. Inspired by a real joke from a water aerobics class gone rogue, the track proves that some of the best country stories are the ones that write themselves.

Lyrics

Don't Steal an Old Man's Quarter ©2014

Stanza one- Big night at my casino, havin' a little fun,
I'm lost in time, no worries, play 'til here comes the sun.
Yes all was well 'til one o'clock, when he sat in my chair,
we exchanged words, pushed & shoved, went downhill from there.

Chorus- I stole an old man's quarter, not worth it in the end.
Scuffling with some old fisty man, might land you in the pen.
Just find another place to hang, & let down your hair,
you can bet your last dollar, don't steal an old man's quarter.

2nd stanza- The old man's on my favorite slot, he saw me sitting there,
he said you get up, then you lose, saying he didn't care.
He had his last quarter, sitting up on top;
he turned his head, his quarter's mine, now the old man's outta time.

Chorus- I stole an old man's quarter, not worth it in the end.
Scuffling with some old fisty man, might land you in the pen.
Just find another place to hang, & let down your hair,
you can bet your last dollar, don't steal an old man's quarter.

3rd stanza- I went to my job limbing, my friends were asking why;
hearing my casino story, no one had a dry eye.
They laughed at me the whole day long, my boss, she chimed in too,
if you see that old man, run away, that's the best thing you can do.

Chorus- I stole an old man's quarter, not worth it in the end.
Scuffling with some old fisty man, might land you in the pen.
Just find another place to hang, & let down your hair,
you can bet your last dollar, don't steal an old man's quarter.

Interlude-

Chorus- I stole an old man's quarter, not worth it in the end.
Scuffling with some old fisty man, might land you in the pen.
Just find another place to hang, & let down your hair,
you can bet your last dollar, don't steal an old man's quarter.