Make It Count

It's been ten years since I finished high school My God, where does all the time go? I got friends I ain't seen since 2013 And they live right down the damn road Yeah, and I'm creeping up on 30 come next April I don't feel old and I reckon I'm really not But the older I get, the more I regret Wasting all that time worried 'bout the things that I ain't got And time flies by And I ain't getting any younger But I never let that hunger die down Well, I gotta go I gotta strike while the iron's hot I might not get but one shot Better make it count Lord, you better make it count Well, in my town we ain't got no high society And you don't see too many silver spoons You gotta make a living off your hustle or your muscle I made mine off of playing my tunes And I still gotta a whole lot left to do, Lord Keeps me laying in the bed awake at night That same old feeling That highway healing That hit the stage with all my rowdy friends on Friday night And time flies by And I ain't getting any younger But I never let that hunger die down Well, I gotta go I gotta strike while the iron's hot I might not get but one shot Better make it count Lord, you better make it count And time flies by And I ain't getting any younger But I never let that hunger die down Well, I gotta go I gotta strike while the iron's hot I might not get but one shot I better make it count Lord, I better make it count Lord, I better make it count