Sixty Years of Strong
[Verse 1 – Joe & Becoming “Mom”]
Twenty-nine in a rented room,
Falling for a man with a bright-eyed boy.
You didn’t just love him, you became his home—
A heart that doubled, full of joy.
You taught him how to stand his ground,
And how to call you “Mom” out loud.
[Verse 2 – JR & the Knee Surgery]
That knee gave out, it had enough—
Too many years of powering through.
He found the doc, and found the way
To carry ice and carry you.
First dates were pills and steady pain,
But love pulled close and kissed the rain.
[Chorus]
Oh, sixty years of strong—
You’ve been the roots, the light, the song.
From scraped knees to life’s hardest place,
You carried hope with pink-ribboned grace.
Not in battlefields, but kitchens and in halls—
That’s where this warrior stands tall.
[Verse 3 – Matt]
Then came the boy with the tangled start,
Umbilical cord and a stubborn heart.
But you breathed deep and bore him whole,
A fierce young fire with an ancient soul.
He tests your edges, knows your flame—
But love, with you, has always stayed.
[Verse 4 – Parents & Loss]
You told your dad, “I’m okay now,”
While he lay quiet near the end.
You held your mom when time gave out—
A daughter, fierce, a final friend.
You brushed the gray with colors bold,
And met the sun with stories told.
[Chorus – Final Chorus Repeat]
Oh, sixty years of strong—
Through the loss, through the long.
You loved loud when love was work,
Built a fire where cold could lurk.
From class trips to pink-ribboned grace,
You walked this world with a warrior’s face.
[Bridge]
The years reveal what truly stays—
Not just seasons, but your place.
And two kids know—without a doubt—
Their North Star never flickers out.
[Outro – Gentle Landing]
Sixty years of rising tall,
Filling others when you had none at all.
Planting roots where others flee,
You are, and always will be, legacy.
⓵ Sixty (Mr Majestyk Version)
⓶ Sixty (Mexico Joe Version)
Sixty
Well, I guess I’m fucking sixty
Some say I’m old as fuck
Still sipping an occasional whiskey
‘Cause goddamn bear markets suck
I guess I’m fucking sixty
No need to look it up
Well, I might be fucking sixty
But I still don’t give one fuck
Well, I guess I’m fucking sixty
But I’m still standing tall
Even though I can’t hear shit
I can’t see and I’m going bald
I guess I’m fucking sixty
But I’m better off than you
Well, I might be fucking sixty
But your mom still thinks I’m cool, woo
Well, I guess I’m fucking sixty
I’m through risking it all undeterred
No more talking shit about leadership
Or causing chaos in the corporate world
I guess I’m fucking sixty
A far cry from seventeen
Well I might be fucking sixty
But my business savvy remains sharp and keen
Alright
Ah, shit
Well, I guess I’m fucking sixty
No more late nights on the phone (I’ve goals to fulfill)
I don’t hang much more with assholes
I spend more time at being home
I guess I’m fucking sixty
But that’s okay with me
I still rock like a chair, middle finger in the air
With my two grown boys as trustees
Well, I guess I’m fucking sixty
And as I stare down sixty-one
I got a million crazy stories
And can’t remember fucking one
I guess I’m fucking sixty
But I still love to take a chance
Yeah, I might be fucking sixty
I think I just shit my pants
Well, I guess I’m fucking sixty
Getting old really sucks
Entrepreneurs used to admire me
Nowadays, they seek my advice and a buck
I guess I’m fucking sixty
But I still ain’t no lame duck
And if the critics still don’t dig me, fuck ’em
They can get deez nuts, yeehaw