Condederate Railroad – When He Was My AgeHe worked all week for a hard day’s pay,
Walked to school five miles one way,
It must have rained everyday, when he was my age.
He quit school early to help grandpa,
He was one man short on a cross-cut saw,
There was wood to cut and ground to rake, when he was my age.
By the time he turned twelve in thirtynine,
He’d been through hell in Hoover time,
Drank his first home-made wine, and started to shave.
The tails get taller everytime theyre told,
The fish get longer as he grows old,
He loves to talk about good ol’ days, when he was my age.
He was sixty pounds lighter with a headfull of hair,
A dollar in his tank could take him anywhere,
But nine o’clock was comin in late, when he was my age.
He talks about the time the dodgers called,
He could have played pro ball,
But he had me to raise, when he was my age.
By the time he turned twelve in thirtynine,
He’d been through hell in Hoover time,
Drank his first home-made wine, and started to shave.
The tails get taller everytime theyre told,
The fish get longer as he grows old,
He loves to talk about good ol’ days, when he was my age.
When he was my age, he’d had alot more livin left to do,
But hard work and hard time, had robbed him of his youth.
He says it seems like yesterday, when he was my age.
When he was my age.
When he was my age.
When he was my age….
