This Old Man
this old man
he never came rolling home this old man he left me an old dry bone this old man he did not know his son from sin told me the same old lie for years told it over and over again this old man last night in my dream someone called his name asked was he blessed asked was he cursed maybe it's all the same but now like the man on the radio i don't know my hat from my glove and i can't quite put my finger on whatever it was he called love this old man i'm going down to alabama tonight but i ain't gonna visit his grave now sister, i ain't no coward then again, i never said i was brave i'm gonna go sit by the river i'm gonna watch the water flow by and if i should happen to see his reflection i'll just close my eyes this old man back to Lyrics Table of Contents Copyright Samm Bennett - all rights reserved |
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