Let's think back to the lay of the land forty years ago

Building a life and building a home, not knowing where it would go

There was rain in the roof and snakes on the stoop, and what are we doing here?

Pulling treasure from another man's trash, praying that the weather would clear

But there ain't no promises here

We were dream rich, but we were dirt poor

Hanging our hopes on a little more

Told each other every night

It's gonna get better if we all live right

It's gonna get better if we all live right

Middle of nowhere don't mean we don't care, there are friends all around

In those days, you spent most days helping somebody out

You grow what you eat and hide a little weed out in between the corn

And all get together on a Saturday night remembering what it's all for

Making love, not war

We were dream rich, but we were dirt poor

Hanging our hopes on a little more

Told each other every night

It's gonna get better if we all live right

It's gonna get better if we all live right

If anyone really knew what would happen in their lifetime, no one would have the strength to try

If anyone could anticipate the heartbreak, there would never be an end to the tears we would cry

Well, the years rolled by and, a bit at a time, almost everything has changed

Lines that seemed so certain then have faded into gray

There are parts I wouldn't do again even if I had the chance

But there's something I sorely miss about way back then when it was simply us

We were dream rich, dirt poor

Hanging our hopes on a little more

Told each other every night

It's gonna get better if we all live right

It's gonna get better if we all live right