cool

John Michael Montgomery

He really liked flannel with big bore arms.
If you looked in his closet, it was all that you saw.
He d dress up on Sunday; a body looked neat,
In a green leisure suit with wing tips on his feet.

An I hated the music he played in the car,
It was hard to believe he called those people stars.
They d sing through their noses like they all had colds.
I guess it s hard to be cool when you re forty years old.

An I was fifteen and real hip with long hair,
An I d ask my Momma: Why s Daddy so square?
An I couldn t believe all that he didn t know.
I guess it s hard to be cool when you re forty years old.

The night I turned twenty, she came with the news:
Scared half to death, an didn t know what to do.
I told her: I m sorry, but it s not too late.
There s a doctor I ve heard of who fixes mistakes.

An I thought he was workin , an I was alone,
But he was standin behind me when I hung up the phone.
He said: Son, there s a few things you don t know about.
If you listen real close, we can figure this out.

Cause I was eighteen and as wild as they came,
When one night, a young girl told me the same thing.
An you wouldn t be here if she hadn t said no:
You see, it s hard to be cool when you re twenty years old.

These days I like flannel an old Levi jeans.
An I look at my young boy, who just turned fifteen.
An I know what he s thinkin , but it s o.k., you know.
You see it s hard to be cool when you re fifteen years old.