· “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.

