Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
An early composition of Rogers', “Past Fifty” is sung from the perspective of a homeless person and deals with alcoholism, the struggles of people living on the street and society’s indifference toward them.
Some living, no one time for giving, I ain't got a dime
Winds are blowing, wheat fields are growing, bit none of it's mine
Gets so I just watch people go by, looking away
I tell you I'm almost through, I'd hate to see another day
Easy lady, I know you're always ready, selling your time
My last dollar, I pinched it 'til it hollered and bought me some wine
I'm past caring, it's all I got for sharing, so if you're for free
I tell you, I'm almost through, I'm tired as a man can be
[Chorus]
I want to go home to the Maker, home to the Chief
The Holy Word made me sure my worried mind would find relief;
I'm going through life like a Pilgrim, lost in a storm;
With winds that blow to make me cold, but the Holy Body keeps me warm
Some morning I'd like to see me warming my feet by a fire
Eggs and bacon, coffee I'd be making, couldn't be finer!
A good living, extra bit forgiving someone like me
I tell you I'm almost through. I'm tired as a man can be
[Chorus]