“A Little Blue in My Collar”

· “A Little Blue in My Collar”Written by Dick Roberts

There’s still a little blue in my collar,

A little dust on my boots,

A little party left in this old boy,

I can’t change my roots,

There’s still a little whiskey in my bottle,

A little smoke in my pipe,

Find me any friday night,And I’ll still want to fight.

There’s a fire thats still burning,

Deep inside of me.

That wants to kick tomorrow’s arse

And wants to be free.

There’s a chance that i won’t make it,T

here’s a chance that i may die,

But i will always nod this old head,

For the chute to open wide.

here’s still a little blue in my collar,
A little dust on my boots,

A little party left in this old boy,
I can’t change my roots,T

here’s still a little whiskey in my bottle,

A little smoke in my pipe,

Find me any friday night,And I’ll still want to fight.

I may limp when i walk,
I may slur when i talk,

But don’t mistake this old boy,

For a worn out dinosaur.

There’s still a little blue in my collar,

A little dust on my boots,

A little party left in this old boy,

I can’t change my roots,

There’s still a little whiskey in my bottle,

A little smoke in my pipe,

Find me any friday night,And I’ll still want to fight.