(To Match Recording)
Intro: (D) (D)
I (D) put down my razor
And toweled off my face.
Thought I (Bm) saw a new wrinkle.
And another strand of grey.
That (G) one little scar kept catching my eye.
Re(E)minding me how time does (A) fly
I was (D) only a kid
When I had that first fight.
But I (Bm) still don't give in
When I believe that i'm right.
And at (G) least I can stand here and like what I see.
In the (E) man that he turned out to (A) be.
Lookin' back at my(G)self.
It's plain to (Bm) see.
That the cold hands of (Em) time
(A) Ain't had much mercy on (D) me.
But I (C) played a st(G)raight game.
(A) With the cards that were (Bm) delt.
But I can look straight a(Em)head
(G) Looking (A) back at my(D)self.
Now I (D) ain't been no angel
But I've learned right from wrong.
Thanks to (Bm) Mamma and a hickory
And a love so strong.
Yes she (G) taught the rules that life is lived by.
Ain't for(E)got what you get for (A) gettin' out a line
Now this ol' (D) world throws some punches
And I've taken a few.
Now my (Bm) skins tuff as leather
But I've grown strong with the truth.
There's been (G) so many times I coulda just stepped aside.
Ah but (E) then I couldn't stand here with (A) this piece of mind.
Lookin' back at my(G)self.
It's plain to (Bm) see.
That the cold hands of (Em) time
(A) Ain't had much mercy on (D) me.
But I (C) played a st(G)raight game.
(A) With the cards that were (Bm) delt.
But I can look straight a(Em)head
(G) Looking (A) back at my(D)self.
Still look straight a(Em)head
(G) Looking (A) back at my(D)self.