We all get a little creaky with time — some folks call their body a temple, but mine? It’s a haunted house. It rattles, groans, and comes with a few stubborn ghosts that won’t quit complaining.

“My Body Ain’t No Temple (It’s a Haunted House)” is a tongue-in-cheek outlaw country tune about growing older, living hard, and laughing about it anyway. It’s a honky-tonk confession from a man who’s made peace with the cracks in the walls and the ghosts in his bones.

If you’ve ever woken up sore, poured a cup of coffee, and thought “yep, this place needs renovations,” this one’s for you.

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