Young Men Don’t Know

(hmm-mmm) Young men don’t know about a woman Who can read you like

a book

Don’t know the trouble that can find you When you think nobody’s

looking

Don’t know how a Friday paycheck Can disappear by Saturday night

Or how a friend can shake your hand And still not wish

you right

Young men don’t know

What old men remember

You learn some things

When the good times end

You can hear the truth

But you don’t always hear it

Till life sits you down And introduces you to yourself

I once bought a brand-new Cadillac On money I hadn’t made

Spent three years paying for it Just to park it in the

driveway

I once loved a woman badly Thought wanting her was enough

She told me, “Jack,

you hear yourself?” Boy,

that one was rough

Young men don’t know

What old men remember

You learn some things

When the good times end

You can hear the truth

But you don’t always hear it

Till life sits you down And introduces you to yourself

So take your chances

Take your time

Just don’t confuse

The two sometimes

And when somebody older

Tells you you’ve been warned You don’t have to listen… But don’t

say

Nobody told you.

Young men don’t know

What old men remember

That’s alright

I didn’t either

You can spend your whole life

Trying to get ahead

Then finally learn

The best things weren’t things at all

(hahaha) Now go make your own mistakes.