Recently I saw Jerry Lee Lewis for the umpteenth time in my life. He played the Ryman here in Nashville. This past month (September 29, 1935) he turned seventy-nine years old. I first saw him in 1958.
In 1975 I saw him four nights in a row, two shows a night at a small club in Indianapolis. The "good attendance" got my cousin and I an invite from Jerry to come back to his dressing room and meet him. Which we did.
Or go running off into the wind
I'm three quarters home now from the start to the end
I wish I was eighteen again
Time turns the pages and life it goes so fast
The years turn the black hair to gray
I talked to young folks but they don't understand
The things this old man's has to say
Oh, I wish I was eighteen again
Going back where I've never been
But old folks, old oaks
Standing tall, just pretend
I'll never be eighteen again
October 5, 2014