Fifty Years Too Late

(альбом: Drake White - 2011)

I love spring and dogs and rusty screen doors
Candle light on creaky wood floors
A good sunrise and fireflies in a jar, yes..
A banjo ringing through the pines
The way I feel on homemade wine and jug fishing
Under a sky full of stars

I'm okay, yes, I'm just fine
Just wish the world would move slower
Or that I could go back in time

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Well, but I'm still a down home southern boy
I don't need nothing just enough to get me by
I was raised at an early age when you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool, old school, don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a damn thing about me fake
I'm a modern day John Wayne, got my daddy's last name
Born fifty years too late..

So whatever happened to an honest day's work
Sweating hard in a flannel shirt
It's a fast paced rat race, no giving all I take
Who's gonna finish first
Nowadays it's safe to say that a damn dog's got more rights
'Cause the administration's trying to rule the population
Folks, we gotta stand up, we gotta fight

But I don't complain, just take it all in stride
It just seems this whole world, it has changed
Almost overnight

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