No Nursing Home For Them

No Nursing Home For Them By Elton Camp Joe is gray and seventy-five Meg’s also old but still alive Their Harley they still love to ride Being old farts they can’t abide Many people their age are put away In some gloomy nursing home to stay Joe and Meg, with a blast, their lives will end What their children might inherit they’ll spend He’s king of the road just as when a youth Won’t stop because he’s long in the tooth Meg, still foxy, holds on right behind Being his “old lady” she doesn’t mind They rip along through the open air The astonished looks, they don’t care There’s still lots in the world they didn’t see Where the action is, that’s where they’ll be Still living their lives to the full Rejecting all that “too old” bull