Old Time Music Is Here to Stay

Lyrics

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 5-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