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 1
Big night at my casino, havin' oh some fun,
I'm lost in time, no worries, play 'til here comes the sun.
Yes, all was well 'til one o'clock, I went to grab a beer;
Now he is at my favorite slot, went downhill from there.

Chorus
I stole that old man's quarter, just to pay him back.
Fussin' with that old fisty man, we both missed last blackjack.
I shouldda found another place to let down my hair,
You can bet your last dollar, don't steal an old man's quarter.

Stanza 2
We're staring down each other, me & that old man,
I fell asleep, then he did too, so much for my grand plan.
He had his last big quarter, sitting up on top;
He turned his head, his quarter's mine, now the old man's outta time.

Chorus (repeat)
I stole that old man's quarter, just to pay him back.
Fussin' with that old fisty man, we both missed last blackjack.
I shouldda found another place to let down my hair,
You can bet your last dollar, don't steal an old man's quarter.

Stanza 3
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 that old man's quarter, just to pay him back.
Fussin' with that old fisty man, we both missed last blackjack.
I shouldda found another place to let down my hair,
You can bet your last dollar, don't steal an old man's quarter.

Interlude

Final Chorus
I stole that old man's quarter, just to pay him back.
Fussin' with that old fisty man, we both missed last blackjack.
I shouldda found another place to let down my hair,
You can bet your last dollar, don't steal an old man's quarter.