Lyrics:
I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire
This old house
a seen John Hardy getting away
You ought to seen John Hardy getting away
John Hardy stood in that old barroom
So drunk that he could not see
And a man
Now, I grew up down an old dirt road in a town you wouldn't know
My pop's picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks back in 1964
My grandfather
And it came to blows with my old man
Well I came back and settled down
This is where they'll put me in the ground
Yeah this is my town
(Nana na na na)
Yeah
the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
Oh yes, the world will always welcome
We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses
In that upstairs apartment
On Orlando and 4th
And the rent was due and the rent man was knocking
Bill Thaxton was an ex ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was
The fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
at all, to be stood by the wall
And shot by the man in blue
If I could run with the grace of a sun-colored stallion
If I could fly like the great
Woke up this morning in this dusty old town
But who needs a thing when I got me girl around
Down in the south where the summer's hot
I'm a country
a bucket of fools
A bucket of dark and broken rules
There's a lot more to this than I ever thought
A bucket of trouble that's what we've bought
The man in
happened, I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far, with a satisfied mind
Money can't buy back your youth when you're old,
Or a friend when you're
Oh this town
Cartwheels, tripping
Out of control again
Oh this town
Balancing, falling
Off into no-man's land
And Old Mother Redcap
She pours out her
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
Now, I grew up down an old dirt road in a town you wouldn't know
My pop's picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks back in 1964
My grandfather
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
my stuff
'Til you go walkin' by
And maybe old enough to try
I never knew anyone in between
The devil and the angel
All in one and maybe old
A needle drop on a forty-five
Are the kinda things that only last so long
When the new wears off and they get to getting old
Sooner or later, time's gonna
had fled
When the post man brought that letter yesterday morning
"Saying come home my boy, your dear old mother's dead."
"The last words your mother
else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in
Whenever I get to feel this way
Try to find new words to say
I think about the bad old days
We used to know
Nights of winter turn me cold
million sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
by degrees
Ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease
There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa
Let some good looking man rub
the law don't understand
Was it singing through my nose that got me busted by the man?
Maybe this here outlaw bit's done got out of hand, out of hand
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