Verse 1:

Well it's been a while,
Since I did somethin I could be arrested for
All the girls I ran around with,
Don't run around no more

Verse 2:

The days of racing cars and closing down bars,
Are winding down
I feel like the only Cowboy
Left here in this town

Chorus:

'Cause I've raised enough hell
For my next fifty years
Got to work chasin' skirts,
And shotgunning beers
I need to hang my hat,
So I've been told
But man this growing up is getting old

Verse 3:

My buddy and I used to raise 'em high,
And stay out till four
But his new wife
Won't let me crash on the couch no more

Verse 4:

Even he said:
"man ain't it time to tone it down?"
That's the last thing I thought I'd ever hear
Come from his mouth

Chorus (with slight change):

Cause we raised enough hell
For our next fifty years
Got to work chasin' skirts,
And shotgunning beers
I need to hang my hat,
So I've been told
But man this growing up is getting old

Chorus:

We raised enough hell
For our next fifty years
Got to work chasin' skirts,
And shotgunning beers
I need to hang my hat,
So I've been told
But man this growing up is getting old