I’ll Keep on Singing
When I’m old and afraid
When I’m tired and sore
And I got nothing left to trade
Nothing left to store
I’ll keep on singing
Till I can’t sing anymore
When I’m limping through the darkness
And waiting at Death’s door
Asking my Maker, “What’s it all been for?”
I’ll keep on singing
Till I can’t sing anymore
When life is treating you bad
It’s a slice of that deep down Hell
And you never can have
Too much of a good thing
When life is treating you good
You never can tell
What could be
Or what should be
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
1978. Nice thing about the blues: you don't have to be young and sexy
to sing them powerfully and with conviciton. In fact, age, wear and tear
are a plus. Life experience is what counts here.
I saw myself writing and singing songs into my old age. I've
had long absences from the guitar before (one from 1989 to 1991), and I
usually came out better for it. I would drop bad habits and learn new ones.
Now that I'm on the brink of old age, I can see that happening again.
— Glen
I'll Keep on Singing