Fifty Golden
Dot... fifty years on this porch. Same screen door, same slam. I rebuilt that swing twice and you never let me throw it out. Fifty winters, woman. Dance with me on the boards. [Verse] Fifty winters on this patch of ground Same screen door, same slamming sound You salted the walk, I fixed the roof Fifty years is its own kind of proof [Chorus] Dot, we struck it golden, you and me (you and me) Fifty winters under the same oak tree I rebuilt the swing, you kept the pace (kept the pace) Fifty years, and I still know your face [Verse] That swing's been rebuilt twice, maybe three You wouldn't let me toss it, not for free Said some things you fix, you don't replace Fifty years — and you proved your case [Chorus] Dot, we struck it golden, you and me (you and me) Fifty winters under the same oak tree I rebuilt the swing, you kept the pace (kept the pace) Fifty years, and I still know your face [Bridge] (mmm, Dot) I thought the big days were the prize Turns out it's the porch-light Tuesday nights — the slow ones, side by side [Final Chorus] Dot, we struck it golden, you and me (you and me) Fifty winters under the same oak tree I'd know you in the dark, in a crowd (in a crowd) Fifty years — and I'd still pick you now [Outro] (oh, Dot) Still pick you now
