Song Description

Upbeat, General Country, About a man recognising He's Quite a hand full and alway's has been, but is'nt proud of it.

Lyrics

The Older I Get the Better I Was

I was a mothers worst nightmare, wilder than a march hare,
Devils little angel even at my best.
Dawn till sundown I could always be found somewhere stirrin' up a hornets nest
Give me an inch and I'ld strech it a mile, takin' every chance I had to go hogwild.
I'm gettin' meaner (or Honory) by the minute and that's because, The Older I Get the Better I Was.


CHORUS: Oh, trouble indeed, goin' down hill and I'm pickin' up speed,
Oh, it's all because, The Older I Get the Better I Was.


Stubborn as an old mule, bend the rule, crazy fool, meaner than the dicken's on a really good day.
I ws quite a handful, always up to some bull, I'm the reason Moma's hair turned gray.
That was back yonder in the good old days, I've since finetuned my wicked ways .
I'm gettin' meaner by the minute and that's because The Older I Get the Better I Was.


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BRIDGE: Bad to the bone and I can't help that,
if I was any good I wouldn't be half bad,
why couldn't heaven given just a tad to me?


I was a mother's worst nightmare, wilder than a March hare,
Devil's little angel even at my bestand gettin' meaner by the minute and that's because, The Older I Get the Better I Was.


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