Old Age has a habit I'm tellin' you boys
of causin' an old man to fret.
He worries 'bout reachin' them Heavenly gates
and what kind of judgment he'll get.

When he was younger and able to boot
that thought never bothered him much.
It's only as time starts to wearin' him down
he figgers he's now out of touch.

"It bothers me fellers," ol' Tombstone exclaimed
St. Peter might rein me up short.
Somehow I just know when he looks on my life
"Found Wanting," will be my report.

"I reckon it's too late for making amends.
I've waited too long seems to me.
It's when I was addin' to Sin's Tally Book
well that was the time don't you see."

"I know I was busy a-workin' full time.
Cowboyin' can work up a thirst.
I spent too much time then in Cutter Bill's Bar
when I should've been prayin' in church."

"Now don't get me wrong boys I truly believe
and I ain't a mean-tempered sort,
but faith without works never earned any marks.
‘Found Wanting’ will be my report."

That night as a young hand was closing his eyes
those words of ol' Tombstone set in.
A lesson received in the way of The Lord
'bout tally books kept of our sins.

It hadn't occurred before hearing that man
that now was the time to repent.
Dear Lord if you're listenin' in Heaven tonight
I know what that old feller meant.

Somewhere up in Heaven an Angel dipped pen
and rewrote ol' Tombstone's report.
Instead of, " Found Wanting," these words now appeared,
"There's no way this cowboy comes short."

Old Age has a habit I'm tellin' you boys
of causin' an old man to fret.
He worries 'bout reachin' them Heavenly gates
and what kind of judgment he'll get.

Rod Nichols
(c) 2007