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O Melhor de Portugal (The Best of Portugal) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fado: The Soul of Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal [Wagram] (Antonio Rossano) · Now, Vol. 17 [Portugal] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal Latino (Trio Odemira) · Live: 23-5-00 Estadio Do Restelo - Lisbon, Portugal (Pearl Jam) · Portugal Night 2008 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fados from Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 2 (J.D. Walter) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 1 (J.D. Walter) – and 90 other albums »


made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit, once or twice a month

Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think
Broncos no more
It makes me sad my old man just hit sixty-four

Years ago his home was the wild rodeos
But his scars are the only trophies that he's got
made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit, once or twice a month

Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think
[Chorus]

At the age of sixty-four, 
If he lives that long, 
He'll greet you at the door 
And he'll gently lead you by the arm 
In the dark recess
of the 4H pageant
It seems like yesterday even though
That was fifteen hundred and sixty two beers ago

A whole lot of highway, a whole lot of years
Sixteen
to a pizza place"
M2: "hey, it also reminds me of the time I ate a slice of pizza, and then went over to a 60 year old man's house and made him fuck me in
got stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
But you threw em all away
I gave you one thousand, four hundred sixty-one days

I gave you four years of chances
To try to be your wife
I cleaned
My father's father was the wisest man i ever knew
Sixty years of education
Seven years of school
Farming kept his body strong
At night the only
him in a cabin in the snow
Seems like it was yesterday but it was years and years ago

He moved to Arizona in nineteen sixty-one
Got a job
to need me
Now I feel like a hitler son sixty four is awful
You don’t know what can happen next
I am older than my old man ever was
I try to keep it in
of Kentucky and best of all
He was a sixty year old man

She let him think he'd caught her
She led him to the alter
Totin' seven carats on her hand

All dressed
is said and done 
That a boy was born to Rita 
In nineteen-sixty-one 
And lived a hundred years 
By nineteen-ninety-six 
Who's ever gonna notice
crawls then they walk before you know it
There driven away
As your staring at the tail lights you can feel life passing you by
It goes zero to sixty in
for quite some time
I saw mother’s tears erase the years his young widowed bride

In springtime she’ll be turning sixty and be out on the town
I
Bein' six years old I had seen some trains before
So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for
Things're big and black and smokin' steam
The radio's on, it's some jazzy 60s song
She makes him laugh out loud by trying to sing along
But how many years has it been since she was
Keep away the darkness all by itself
And that’s the reason why
I know love’s alive and well

They’d been together sixty-three years
Still they smile
stuck a lot

Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning ‘bout right by doin’ it wrong
Hopin’
In the year of sixty two the land received a soul
A baby cried, a mother smiles,
A hero made of gold
A heart like a burning flame
Beats like
tradition
You see they are working men

[Chorus]
It's a working man I am and I've been down underground
And I swear by God if I ever see the sun
Over
It was over a hundred years ago in eighteen sixty-one
It was in the town of St. Louis that old Stagger Lee was born
Stagger Lee was a gambler
to 60, sometimes.
I remember putting down the back seat
And lying in the hatchback.
Looking at the sky watching trees go by.
I was the son
a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live 
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
Sixty seven is gone
christmas carol for next year, as being perhaps a bit more appropriate.

Christmas time is here, by golly,
Disapproval would be folly,
Deck the halls with