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  • Well old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots
    He values the time he spends growin' flowers
    He still loves his babies that grew to be men
    He recalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours
    When he and his woman worked on the land
    In the heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet
    He still picks her a rose and his old heart still races
    She's still the most beautiful girl that he's met
    And you ask is he happy...and you ask is he happy...?
    He's got wrinkles from smiling, he feels lucky and free
    And he knows what it means to live here in the sunshine
    He's got wrinkles......
    He walks with Amelia down to the store
    With a little cane basket for the bread and the daily Sun
    Still hand in hand like babes in the meadows
    And young faces turn
    Love is so beautiful, it can be so deep
    And a man is a king when he has his own princess
    Bob wears no crown, no long flowing robe
    But there in his mind he still rides on his black stallion
    Then a cold winter came, and Bob was alone
    His beautiful princess had flown with the angels
    He faded so quickly, the man became old
    And the wandering dew soon covered the roses
    First just a cane, then a strong stick for walking
    Then just a chair with a grey old man dying
    All that he lived for was always beside him
    So Bob left in peace, to join his lady
    And you ask is he happy...and you ask is he happy...?
    He had wrinkles from smiling
    He felt lucky and free
    And he knew what it meant to live here in the sunshine
    He had wrinkles......
  • Well old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots
    He values the time he spends growin' flowers
    He still loves his babies that grew to be men
    He recalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours
    When he and his woman worked on the land
    In the heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet
    He still picks her a rose and his old heart still races
    She's still the most beautiful girl that he's met
    And you ask is he happy...and you ask is he happy...?
    He's got wrinkles from smiling, he feels lucky and free
    And he knows what it means to live here in the sunshine
    He's got wrinkles......
    He walks with Amelia down to the store
    With a little cane basket for the bread and the daily Sun
    Still hand in hand like babes in the meadows
    And young faces turn
    Love is so beautiful, it can be so deep
    And a man is a king when he has his own princess
    Bob wears no crown, no long flowing robe
    But there in his mind he still rides on his black stallion
    Then a cold winter came, and Bob was alone
    His beautiful princess had flown with the angels
    He faded so quickly, the man became old
    And the wandering dew soon covered the roses
    First just a cane, then a strong stick for walking
    Then just a chair with a grey old man dying
    All that he lived for was always beside him
    So Bob left in peace, to join his lady
    And you ask is he happy...and you ask is he happy...?
    He had wrinkles from smiling
    He felt lucky and free
    And he knew what it meant to live here in the sunshine
    He had wrinkles......

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