Crazy Old Soldier
Eternal Battle: Stories of a Resilient Soul in 'Crazy Old Soldier'
Lyrics
I've had fame and fortune
I have experienced both fame and fortune.
Women come knock on my door
Women have sought my company, approaching me.
I've lived to the limit
I've lived life to the fullest extent.
Maybe a little bit more
Possibly even pushing the limits a bit more.
There are so many stories
There are numerous tales about my loss of control.
About how I got out of control
Some stories recount how I became unruly.
Some say its a woman
Some attribute it to relationships with women.
Some say its my troubled soul
Others believe it's due to my troubled inner self.
I'm like a crazy old soldier
I liken myself to a crazy old soldier.
Fighting a war on my own
Fighting a personal battle all alone.
Just me and the wiskey
It's just me, the whiskey, and countless bottles.
And the bottles are ten thousand strong
The bottles, presumably filled with alcohol, are numerous.
You'd think I'd give up as many times I've been hit
Despite facing numerous setbacks, I haven't given up.
But like a crazy old soldier
Similar to a resilient old soldier, I persist.
I just don't know when to quit
I don't know when to surrender or quit.
Barrooms and bedrooms
Barrooms and bedrooms represent various experiences.
Are just faces and places and names
These are just places, faces, and names.
Once for the pleasure
Engaging in actions for pleasure.
And Lord knows once for the pain
But also enduring pain in the process.
I've tried to forget her
I've attempted to erase memories of a specific person.
And all the things that we've done
Trying to forget the shared experiences.
But as long as there are memories
As long as memories persist, I won't give up.
I'll never hang up my gun
Symbolically, I won't retire or "hang up my gun."
I'm like a crazy old soldier
Like a resilient old soldier, I continue the personal battle.
Fighting a war on my own
Fighting this war independently.
Just me and the wiskey
Again, it's just me, the whiskey, and numerous bottles.
And the bottles are ten thousand strong
The bottles symbolize a coping mechanism.
You'd think I'd give up as many times as I've been hit
Despite repeated challenges, I haven't given up.
But like a crazy old soilder
Similar to a tenacious soldier, I persist.
I just don't know when to quit
I don't know when to surrender or quit.
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