Now I'm getting older and time is short   So on my past I'll make a report   As I start to write it's just getting dark   Which takes me back to Conneaut Lake Park      The month was August, the night was cool   I says to myself, "Davey let's play pool"   I struts in this pool hall and spies this Mabel   Racking the balls on my empty table      Now I pride myself on handling a stick   And this dark-haired babe could tell I was slick   She saunters up and she leans on my arm   And says, "Hey big boy, you've got plenty of charm"      "I know" I say, but don't let it throw you   'Cause you're a city girl and I don't even know you   She gives me the blinkers and a pat on the cheek   "Max, you're the man I'm out to seek"      So to change the subject, I chalk up my cue   And get ready to break as most pool sharks do   Before I can break she throws down a wad   "Break 'em and run 'em, and take it, by God"      So I broke 'em and ran 'em and picked up the bills   She stood there and shivered like she had the chills   I gave her the money and said with a wink   "Dry up your blinkers, let's go have a drink"      She shakes my hand and says, "Thank you, no   "You're really kind, and I do need the dough"   The tears were running down her face   Dropping so softly on her collar of lace      Well, she looks up and gives me a sad little smile   "Maybe I'll see you once in a while"   And strange as it seems as I write among tears   We've been married to each other over fifty years