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Jon Wolfe

When The Good Ol Boys Age Out

 

When The Good Ol Boys Age Out

(album: Dos Corazones - 2021)


And I was just a kid
Granddad told me, "Son, this world's a-changing fast
One that I grew up in, Lord
Seems like it just ain't gonna last"
Said, "I feel a storm a-coming
The winds of change are blowing strong
Son, I'm afraid when the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone"

It wasn't twenty years ago
Hard work was part of the American brand
Now it seems like folks are working awful hard
To do as little as they can
Since when did all the grinders and believers
Become the cause the cause of all that's wrong?
And I'm afraid when the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone

Here's to the hand that swings the hammer
Pours the concrete, bends the steel
To the hand that steers the wheel out on the tractor
To the soldiers in the field
Oh, everything they do ain't worth nothing
If we don't pass it on
And I'm afraid when all the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone

Why does all the pride we used to feel
Feel so far away?
The stars and stripes used to be forever
Is on borrowed time these days
And I ain't tryna make nobody mad, Lord
But there's something going on
I'm afraid when the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone

Here's to the hand that swings the hammer
Pours the concrete, bends the steel
To the hand that steers the wheel out on the tractor
To the soldiers in the field
Oh, everything they do ain't worth nothing
If we don't pass it on, and on, and on
And I'm afraid when all the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone

Gotta do all you can
'Cause freedom is an easy thing to lose
And there's who'd fight and die just to fly
That old red, white, and blue
See any generation, Lord, is only here
For so long
And I'm afraid when the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone
And I'm afraid when the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone

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