Old Man In The Mirror

Written by

Errol Walsh/Gary Ferguson

Looking in the mirror… who's that staring back at me

Some old man… that I don't even know

Don't know where the time went… or how it slipped away

But it won't be long… till it's my time to go


We played all the big shows from Maine to Alabam'

From Portland all the way to San Antone

Every kind of good time that a man could ever want

And I never had to spend a night alone


I used to be a showman

Travelled all this country far and wide

Up and down these highways

This old guitar by my side


Now my days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer

As time goes sailing by

I used to be so young and bold… but now I’m tired and old

Rocking on this back porch on my own


But it ain’t so bad…. when I think about the times we had

Remember that old truck stop out on highway 49
When Billy Bob sat in with the band
He got drunk and blew us off  the stand Lord, Lord

Somewhere out on Highway 49


I was happy then…. life was sweeter then….

Every day was full of promises and endless roads to run

Pretty girls and living in the sun

Each and every rainbow’s end was just round the bend
Aw man… I thought it would never end

Now I sit alone and reminisce on stories I could tell

Tears of sadness, happiness and joy

And if I had a dollar for every tear I cried
I’d give it all to be back on the road

I used to be a showman

Traveled all this country far and wide

Up and down these highways

This old guitar by my side