This Old Body

This Old Body

well, this old body
(it's) been my only friend
for better or worse
it´s been my purse
since i began
it´s seen me righteous
it´s seen me sin
but i won´t need it
when i reach the end

you could call me foolish
compared to none
but fortune smiles on the foolish
where fortunes are lost and won
my daring nonsense
seldom fails to make a hit
like shattered shots
that pass with some
as cleaver wit

(chorus)
i´ve hunted in the shadows
i´ve basked in the shade
the truth i´ve told with bad intent
beats the lies i´ve made
the truth be told
the truth be known
i´ll leave my mark
on this old world
before i´m gone

i guess i really
don´t give a damn
no one can tell me
just who that i am
i´ve picked the fruit
from many a man
i´ve done my best
to hide the jest
from prying hands