Somewhere on the old Kern River there's an old cane pole
That waits for me patiently this city job might drag me down
But one fine day I'm gonna be set free wait and see
And then I'm gonna go down to where the waters touch the sky
Where the old men's laughter goes like a lullaby

Sixty five c'mon sixty five it's a sin to waste my life away
But I can't wait till I'm sixty five c'mon sixty five
There's a gold watch if I get out alive past sixty five

Now somewhere in my memories I recall a boy
Seventeen full of dreams dreams and life just stripped away
A layer at a time now what's left ain't hardly me
Oh but I saved up a little here and there to get me by
Enough to mend my ragged wings and once again I'll fly

Sixty five c'mon sixty five it's a sin to waste my life away
But I can't wait till I'm sixty five c'mon sixty five
Lord the object of the games is to survive past sixty five

I've heard it said that hard work never did a body's body
Any harm well they were wrong cause all these years of lifting things
I should of left alone took their toll my will was strong
And the day that I walk out of here I'll hold my head up high
Then I'll pawn this stupid watch and kiss thirty years goodbye

Now somewhere on the old Kern River there's an old cane pole
That waits for me patiently