Uncle John Farquhar

Started work when I was ten Like my father did back then Driving Pittsburg's steal with hammers under flames Fifty years up in that mill Nearly killed myself and still I ain't got no dollar bill to my name Old Bill Hicks from nowhere's middle Taught me how to play the fiddle In East Ohio there ain't too much goin' on But we liked it that way here Not much changes every year Except the whiskey jug gets lower 'til it's gone At the same screen old screen door That the dogs scratch through And the same old wood floor Underneath my shoe And the same old woman Makin' chicken every night Yeah, I guess I did alright I was only 17 Meet a girl from Bowling green It was the fierest kind of winter fling She got pregnant with my son I didn't have nowhere to run So I manned up and we married in the Spring At the same old screen door That the dogs scratched through And the same old wood floor Underneath my shoe And the same old woman Causin' trouble every night Yeah, I guess I did alright Started work when I was ten Like my father did back then Drivin' Pittsburg steel with hammers under flames Now I'm nearly 68 I got a gal that sets me straight And I've got supper on my plate And I've got grandkids on the way And I owe money to the state Because my taxes are all late But if you think I care then you're just making noise At the same old screen door That the dogs scratched through And the same old wood floor Underneath my shoe And the same old woman Causin' trouble every night Yeah, I guess I did alright