THEY ACHE AND THE CREAK, THEY SHAKE AND THEY’RE WEAK
AND THEY’RE ALL ALONE………..THESE OLD BONES
THEY DON’T MOVE FAST AS THEY DID IN THE PAST
THEY STAY NEAR HOME………….THESE OLD BONES
BUT THEY REMEMBER THE ARMS THAT EMBRACED EM,
AND ALL THE GIRLS WHO ONCE CHASED ‘EM
AND THE FUN THEY HAD AS MAN AND LAD
AND THE DREAMS THEY’VE KNOWN………..THESE OLD BONES
THEY DON’T MUCH NOW, BUT OH MY HOW
THEY USED TO DANCE…………THESE OLD BONES
THEY FOUND FUN AND THEY FOUND TROUBLE
WHEN THEY FOUND THE CHANCE…………….THESE OLD BONES
NOW THEIR TREASURE IS IN OLD MEMORIES
AH, THE BABIES THAT HAVE BOUNCED ON THESE OLD KNEES
DON’T SHED A TEAR WHEN THEY’RE GONE FROM HERE
THERE’S A BETTER HOME…………….FOR THESE OLD BONES
--JOHNNY PAYCASH