Old Dreams Die Hard

Old Dreams Die Hard
by Gordon Lee Worden (2012)

There’s a hot-rod in the driveway, can’t you smell the Armor-all
He won’t go near the freeway, he probably shouldn’t drive at all
He just can’t seem to let it go
One thing everybody knows
Old dreams die hard

She’s filling up the back seat, she’s got a small PA and lights
Rockin’ at The Wheatsheaf on every second Friday night
Waitress says they play too loud
As long as they can draw a crowd
Old dreams die hard

(Chorus) Time keeps slipping away so let your dreams die hard
Life can lead you astray so let your dreams die hard

The last to leave the party is now the first to fade away
The T-shirt still says “Harley”, the leather’s weather-worn and grey
Soon he’s gonna take that ride
Out across the great divide
Old dreams die hard

(Chorus) Time keeps slipping away so let your dreams die hard
Life can lead you astray so let your dreams die hard
Time keeps slipping away...

guitar solo

(Chorus) Time keeps slipping away so let your dreams die hard
Life can lead you astray so let your dreams die hard
Time keeps slipping away...