The prices ain't what they used to be

But this time of year you'll still find me

Wadin' down a creek settin' muskrat lines

My kids say, I oughta hang it up

They bought me a phone to keep in the truck

But it's turned off and outta reach most the time

I tell 'em a creek bank ain't a bad place to die

I'm an old man, livin' out my days in a strange land

The face I shave is a different man's, who I don't recognize

All the wear and tear, weren't for my kids I'd be outta here

Never look back, and I wouldn't care

What I left behind, but I worry what I'm leavin' behind

I still keep a few head out back

And I sit here watchin' 'em pick the grass

Them cows is the closest thing I got left to friends

'Cause the old souls in their big wet eyes

Is the one thing I still recognize

So I ain't got the heart to haul 'em in

I just move 'em back and forth, pasture to pen

I'm an old man, livin' out my days in a strange land

The face I shave is a different man's, who I don't recognize

All the wear and tear, weren't for my kids I'd be outta here

Never look back, and I wouldn't care

What I left behind, but I worry what I'm leavin' behind

'Cause the pheasants ain't in the fence rows

And we're all starin' at our cell phones

Not listenin' to the Earth as he cries

I'm an old man, livin' out my days in a strange land

The face I shave is a different man's, who I don't recognize

All the wear and tear, weren't for my kids I'd be outta here

Never look back, and I wouldn't care

What I left behind, but I worry what I'm leavin' behind