Bamboo

Lyrics

There was a field of bamboo trees Behind the house down by the creek In the summers they got so high There were swarms of mosquitos around that old dock That field was all cut down Oh I ain't been back there since I left town And that dock has all but washed away Just a crude reminder of what it was yesterday It was there that I first learned to shoot I steadied my hand, pulled the trigger of that old .22 I learned to build things Made from scrap wood With hammer and nails I did what I could To be just like you But I sold those guns and bought a car I don't have no where to shoot I don't have a backyard And I don't feel much anymore I spend all my time workin' Buy what I need at the store Ain't it funny How memories can feel Ain't it strange What time can steal There ain't one thing good About bein' on the bad end of the deal Like getting memories in place Of something that was real Ain't it funny How things can change Ain't it strange What comes with age There ain't nothin' Good 'bout gettin' old And goin' gray And losin' dear friends Along the way