Doyle Harseth - Growin' Old

 Delmar Gentry continues to assist people to make recordings that are not professional musicians. This is Doyle Harseth's second record with Big And Tall Records with Delmar being the producer. The two met when Delmar was looking to buy a ranch in the Flagstaff AZ area. Delmar bought Doyle's ranch and they became good friends. They  did their first recording Told Ya That My Name Is Doyle more or less as a joke, as the two wrote the song while drinking beer one night. Del gave the recording for us to audition just for the heck of it, and we thought it was good enough to release. 

That brings us to Doyle's second release, Growin' Old. We're not sure how old Doyle is, but he's plenty old to be able to sing about the ills of growing old. The two wrote this song like the last one, over a few beer late at night in Del's studio. Doyle's not a large man, but you couldn't prove that by his voice. Del says it can get deep as a foghorn! A big voice, not a necessarily good voice, but with a sense of timing and feeling for the words, Doyle just may be a star in the making!

Growin' old ain't for a sissy 

So don’t throw a big hissy 

Bowels don't work, eyesight gets bad 

If ya let it, it can make ya sad! 

 

 I said growin' old ain't for sissies! 

From the moment yer born it starts 

One thing or the other goes to hell 

Ya walk across the room AND YA FART! 

 

 Fingers get stiff, hardly move 

And they ain't gonna improve 

Hearing goes bad, sometimes ya feel sick

 Let's not even talk 'bout YOUR DICK! 

 

Growin' old ain't for candy asses 

Cain't see less ya get glasses 

Drawer full of pills, prescriptions to fill 

And then you'll get the doctor bill! 

 

Digestion don't work so hot 

Get heartburn on the spot 

At least you hope, it ain't somethin' worse 

That'll carry ya off in a hearse 

 

Growin' old ain't for faint of heart 

If you're a greeter at Walmart 

Get a cane, try to keep up the pace 

Don't forget the Preparation H 

 

 Yer teeth probably will go bad

 Eyelids will droop, you'll look sad 

Feet will get nasty, toenails too 

Women! Don't let 'em dye yer hair blue! 

 

 Growin' old ain't for a cry baby 

No use to cry, that ain't no maybe 

One thing or the other, will definitely screw up 

So be an adult! Suck it up! 

 

Ya could be like those that are dead 

But to choose that, yer sick in the head 

For all time brings, age ain't the worst 

There's one thing that's always first 

 

 Growin' old will last just so long 

Until its the end of your song 

As far as we know it's an affirmative 

Growin' old's better than the alternative!