About the song

In “Old Men,” Corb Lund delivers one of his most poignant and reflective songs to date—a quietly powerful meditation on wisdom, time, and the shifting values that come with age. Known for his sharp wit, storytelling prowess, and deep roots in Western culture, Corb Lund takes a gentler, more introspective turn in this track, offering a voice not often heard in mainstream country: that of the elder, the seasoned observer, the “old man” with nothing to prove but everything to say.

“Old Men” isn’t just a tribute—it’s a gentle confrontation. The song delicately contrasts the impulsiveness of youth with the calm deliberation of age. Lund doesn’t paint the old men as flawless sages, but rather as figures shaped by years of mistakes, resilience, and quiet victories. He pays homage to their practical wisdom—the kind that’s earned on dusty roads and through hard-lived experiences, not in books or on screens. The lyrics highlight the understated nobility of a generation that fixes things rather than throws them away, that speaks less but means more, and that has learned the value of patience, loyalty, and silence.

Musically, the track is subdued but rich. Acoustic strumming lays the foundation, with subtle instrumental textures that give space for the lyrics to breathe. Lund’s vocal delivery is as authentic as it gets—no theatrics, just honesty. There’s something inherently comforting in the unpolished truth of his voice, making the listener lean in a little closer, as though hearing a story told beside a campfire.

What makes “Old Men” especially moving is its timing. In an age where youth is idolized and trends move faster than seasons, Lund reminds us that there’s dignity in aging, and that the slow, quiet strength of the old men in our lives carries timeless value.

This isn’t just a song—it’s a respectful nod to a fading generation, and a reminder that some of life’s deepest lessons come from the voices we too often overlook.

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Lyrics

When it comes to fixing fence, riding bulls and drinking beerGive me some young buckaroo, who’s kind of wet behind the ears‘Cause I’ll take fire in the belly, and if he’s a little greenWell sometimes piss and vinegar is exactly what you need
But I want old men making my whiskeyI want old men singing my bluesAnd I want old men teaching my horses‘Cause there’s just some things young men can’t doLike the old boys do
I want some scrappy kidTo have my back, in the middle of a bar room fightAnd a little youth to kind of helpSometimes, with the girls on Friday nightWhen I was but a young man, I was wild and full of fireAcid trips and rocker chicks, well I’m lucky I’m alive
And I want old men making my whiskeyWell I want old men singing my bluesAnd I want old men teaching my horsesThere’re just some things young men can’t doLike the old boys do
Old men making my whiskeyOld men singing me bluesOld men educating my horses‘Cause there’s just some things young men can’t doLike them old boys do

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