If I only had the time

When I was young, there was plenty of time, to plan what to do with my youth.
Never saved a nickle, I spent every dime, on what I thought was the truth.
Now the days fly past, and the nights are so long, nothing seems to have reason or rhyme.
I'd like to go back and write my life as a song, but I can't seem to find the time.

My children are grown up with responsible jobs, drive new cars and own their own homes.
But I still hang around with irresponsible slobs, now and then I still write a good poem.
And these days fly by but the nights are so long, life don't seem to make reason or rhyme.
And I'd like to live it over turn it into a song, but I can't seem to find the time

I really don't need all the things you can get, got one good hat and one good pair of boots.
I just feel, I been rode hard and put up wet, from my crown, clean down to my roots.
And my days fly past, my nights are so long, nothing seems to make reason or rhyme.
I'd like to go back and write it all in a song, but I just can't find the time.

I just can't seem to find the time, I'm always runnin' late it seems.
All my life is passed, it's lost to me, only memories and dreams.

My wife ran off, must be ten years ago, heard she lives in Wichita Falls.
All the mail that I get, is marked occupant, nobody writes, no one ever calls.
And my days fly past while the night is so long, nothing seems to make reason or rhyme.
I'd like to try it again, but it still seems to be that I can't seem to find the time.

So when I'm dead and gone, put a stone on my grave and upon it you can copy these lines.
He'd have left alot sooner, but as usual it seems, that he just couldn't find the time.