D         F#m      
At a bar down in Dallas
   Em               
An old man chimed in
         A7                         D A7 
And they thought he was out of his head
 D                  F#m
And all being young men
      Em                
They just laughed it off
           A7                          D A7
When they heard what this old man had said
         
         D            F#m
He said I'll never again
          Em            
Turn the young ladies' heads
       A7                  D A7   
Or go running off into the wind

  D                 F#m
I'm three quarters home
           Em           
From the start to the end
       A7                 D    A7
And I wish I was eighteen again
      D         F#m        Em
Oh I wish I was eighteen again
     A7                      D   A7
And going where I've never been
   D              F#m     
Now old folks and old oaks
          Em            
Standing tall, just pretend
   A7                  D
I wish I was eighteen again
     
"Musical Turn Around"

D               F#m
Time turns the pages
     Em             
And life goes so fast
        A7                        D   A7
The years turn the dark hair all grey
   D           F#m          
I talk to some young folks
     Em               
But they don't understand
      A7                          D A7
The words this old man's got to say
     D          F#m       Em
Oh I wish I was eighteen again
    A7                     D   A7
And going where I've never been


         D         F#m
Now old folks and old oaks
         Em            
Standing tall, just pretend
  A7                     D
I wish I was eightee-een again
     Em           A7      D
Oh I wish I was eighteen again...