Old Time Music Is Here To Stay

Church bells soundin' dark clouds on the mountain

Dog in the pantry actin' strange

My old man's callin', each day a new problem

Only the worryin' don't change

Bolt on the back door and a rocker on the porch

Where I rock my cares away

Hearts fall, troubles rise, hopes dim and rain dries

Old time music's here to stay

Pluckin' on the five-string keeps my hands from idling

And takes me back when I was young

When I'd see some hobo pickin' on his banjo

I'd plug my ears and run

That electrified guitar I bought in '84

Sits back in the closet these days

And to watch the years unreeling, the more I get the feeling

Old-time music's here to stay

Using your mind for what it weren't designed for

It's a good way to go insane

Me, I've kept less than half of what I've pressed in

My poor unwilling brain

But when those old songs get down in your bones

You just let your fingers play

Livin' much makes you humble, everything built just crumbles

But old time music's here to stay

So, I bolt the back door and sit out on the porch

And listen to my fingers play

What kills joy and sorrow? A little thing called tomorrow

But old time music's here to stay

Hearts fall, troubles rise, hopes dim and rain dries

Old time music's here to stay