Audrey Auld Forty lyrics

I got a black dog's blood on my hands
I got a circus monkey on my back
Here's the plain, simple fact
I'm forty

I got battle scars around my eyes
I got old boyfriends with bitchy wives
I look back and I wonder why
I'm forty

I'm half way home; I'm half way home

I got cowboys who can eat my dust
I got a tendency to dirt and rust
My gut's the only thing I trust
I'm forty

I got one good man who's learning fast
I got two girlfriends, born to last

I can tell wheat from chaff
I'm forty

I'm half way home; I'm half way home

I got a vacancy in my soul
I got a penchant for ne'er-do-wells
I got to learn to just say “No”
I'm forty

I got a little snow on my roof
I've learnt to speak half the truth
The good die young, here's the proof
I'm forty

I'm half way home; I'm half way home