Walks up on the Bridge look like this: It's true that I used to be crazy And harder to love than most men But the blood that ran through these tired old hands Was hotter and wilder back then I don't feel as tall as I used to Maybe it's just that you've grown You're the one that held my hand when I fell When I just couldn't make it alone I've lived out all the stories Sang all the old songs It takes one to know me I guess you're the one Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm My daughters are ladies of fortune My son is an heir to the throne And this crown that I hold is tarnished and cold But it's a symbol of all that I own Sometimes I wish I was younger And could pick up the pieces and run But then I look back on the matter of fact And it's a race that I've already won I've lived out all the stories Sang all the old songs It takes one to know me I guess you're the one I've lived out all the stories Sang all the old songs It takes one to know me And June you're the one