I put down my razor, toweled off my face
Thought I saw a new wrinkle and another strand of gray
That one little scar kept catching my eye
Reminding me how time does fly
I was only a kid when I had that first fight
But I still dont give in when I believe that Im right
And at least I can stand here and like what I see
In the man that kid turned out to be
Lookin back at myself, its plain to see
That the cold hands of time, ain't had much mercy on me
But I played a straight game with the cards that were dealt
And I can look straight ahead, lookin back at myself
Now I ain't been no angel but I've learned right from wrong
Thanks to mamma and a hickory and a love so strong
Yes she taught the rule that life is lived by
I ain't forgot what you get for getting out of line
Now this old world throws some punches and Ive taken a few
Now my skins tough as leather but Ive grown strong with the truth
Theres been so many times, I couldve just stepped aside
Ah but then I couldnt stand here with this peace of mind
Lookin back at myself, its plain to see
That the cold hands of time, aint had much mercy on me
But I played a straight game with the cards that were dealt
And I can look straight ahead, lookin back at myself
Still look straight ahead, lookin back at myself
Artist: Marta Sanchez
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