Coins

(الألبوم: Silent City - 2020)

On a Greyhound outta Indiana, a one way back to Alabama
It was coming down in buckets, when they rolled through Bowling Green
The young man wasn't much for talking, he liquored up his bus stop coffee
The old man smiling across the aisle was the first one to speak
He said "The highway is hard son, when you're headed in the wrong direction.I"
He reached into his faded jeans and pulled out his collection

Coins, mostly Roosevelts and Lincolns
A token near worn over read "One Day at a Time"
Coins, some were old and some were new
He said I only keep a few of the best ones
Son, I collect 'em coins

This penny must've fell from heaven, since then I've paid attention
I found it in the fresh cut grass by my Mother's grave
And this nickel, it's a '42, the year we watched the Yankees lose
Bought hot dogs in St. Louis, daddy let me keep the change
You might call me crazy for counting all these blessings
But I don't take for granted what I have in my possession

Coins, mostly Roosevelts and Lincolns
A token near worn over read "One Day at a Time"
Coins, some were old and some were new
He said I only keep a few of the best ones
Son, I collect 'em coins

His shaky hands held a brand new dime, he said don't lose track of time
This was in my darlin's dresser drawer when we went through her things
She was my best friend for 40 years, and I squeezed this little token here
Took some time to think, 'stead of taking that first drink
They got off the bus in Birmingham, but the whiskey bottle didn't
But the young man kept the memory of that pocket full of wisdom

Coins, mostly Roosevelts and Lincolns
A token near worn over read "One Day at a Time"
Coins, some were old and some were new
He said I only keep a few of the best ones
Son, I collect 'em coins