Far Too Young kicks off Barrel Aged with a raucous blend of bluegrass grit and outlaw country swagger. It’s a worn-down road song from a man who’s lived fast, fought hard, and ain’t ready to quit—too young to feel old, too old to care. With a nod to rough kin and rougher mornings, it sets the tone for an album steeped in whiskey, wisdom, and a life lived loud.

Gritty • Road-worn • Defiant • Outlaw energy • Restless

Lyrics

We’ll, I’m far too young to feel this damn old
I’m dead ass tired from these hours on the road
Eternity’s been knocking but I’ve got somewhere to be
I’m far too damn old for death to bother me

Time must be catching up
The strongest will ain’t strong enough
It seems my face is wearing days gone by

I had my fun I had my thrills
When I shot I shot to kill
Now I’m counting down until I die

We’ll, I’m far too young to feel this damn old
I’m dead ass tired from these hours on the road
Eternity’s been knocking but I’ve got somewhere to be
I’m far too damn old for death to bother me

What I learned I learn from paw
And that sumbitch was a mean outlaw
The apple don’t fall far from the tree

I ramble on I drink and fight
The women love me late at night
But recent mornings have been wearing me

We’ll, I’m far too young to feel this damn old
I’m dead ass tired from these hours on the road
Eternity’s been knocking but I’ve got somewhere to be
I’m far too damn old for death to bother me

I’ve run up debts and burned some bridges
Left my mark and earned these stitches
A wanted man ain’t nothing else but free

I roll the dice, I take my chances
Ain’t much else but circumstances
This outlaw life was all there was for me

We’ll, I’m far too young to feel this damn old
I’m dead ass tired from these hours on the road
Eternity’s been knocking but I’ve got somewhere to be
If you ain’t about that ramblin’ we’ll agree to disagree
I hear the highway calling to go on and set me free
I’m far too damn old for death to bother me