ballard, frankie
young & crazy
one day i'll slow and lay down spend my weekends in a swing out on the wraparound. oh but these days i'm on a mission to get these wild oats out of my system. yeah i might stay out all night i've gotta do a little wrong so i know what's right. i wanna sit out on the porch telling stories 'bout my glory days when i'm pushing eighty. how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise if i ain't ever young and crazy? now i might have to kiss no telling how many lips before i ever really figure out what love is. go through some heartbreaks wake up with headaches don't learn nothing 'til you make a lot of mistakes. how will i know where to draw the line if i don't cross it a few hundred times? i wanna sit out on the porch telling stories 'bout my glory days when i'm pushing eighty. how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise if i ain't ever young and crazy? yeah i'm gonna stay out all night i've gotta do a little wrong so i know what's right i've gotta live a lot of life if i'm gonna give good advice when i'm talking to my grand-babies how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise if i ain't ever young and crazy? i wanna sit out on the porch telling stories 'bout my glory days when i'm pushing eighty. how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise if i ain't ever young and crazy? if i ain't ever young and crazy? young and crazy. young young and crazy. young and crazy.