Modern Times

(альбом: Modern Times - 1987)

I remember mama almost leaving daddy
It was the year that the crops all failed
But she got down her bible
They got back together
The good Lord put the wind back in their sails

I can almost see the sawmill
Where my brother almost got killed
They worked like hell for 50 cents a day
We all went to church on Sunday
We were proud to be a country
And always spoke well of the USA

But things are not the same in modern times
The way this world has changed is such a crime
I'd give all I own for the family and the home
The way I knew it back before these modern times

Well I just can't keep from wishing
I was on the creek bank fishing
Hunting squirrels down in the bottom land
Or just sitting in the porch swing
Hearing mom and dad sing
Glory to God, I'm changing hands

I'm so tired of city living
Concrete and tall buildings
I long to go back to the good old days
I'd spend my last quarter
For a drink of cold well water
Out the back of the shack where I was raised