It Ain’t the Years, It’s the Miles

I walked behind the chute, stapped my spurs to my boots
At that big rodeo in cheyenne
Feelin' tired and sore for a ride the day before
And a thousand other rides since I began
As I climbed up the gate I heard that young cowboy sayin'
Well, that ole man ain't gonna ride, and I had to smile
I said son it ain't age that makes me look this way
It ain't the years boy... it's the miles
It ain't the years that I've known that have taken their toll
'cause they've been few
If you took all the mashin's, the draggin's and the crashin's
You'd probably look the same way I do
It's the million miles of road, and gettin' snatched around and throwed
That finally put the cramp in my style
It ain't the years boy... it's the miles
Went on and made my ride, only scored a 65
But you know what really made my day complete

Was when I looked up just in time to see that young cowboy goin' flyin'
And land in a pile at my feet
And as the first aid came to haul him away, I said son you'll be
Allright in a little while
He's on his way to findin' out what it's all about
It ain't the years boy... it's the miles
It ain't the years that I've known that've taken their toll
'cause they've been few
If you took all the mashin's, the draggin's, and the crashin's, you'd
Probably look the same way I do
It's the million miles of road of gettin' snatched around and throwed
That finally put the cramp in my style
It ain't age that made me look this way
It ain't the years boy... it's the miles
It ain't age that makes me look this way
It ain't the years boy... it's the miles