Old Ways

My granddaddy's daddy
Settled down here on this land
A mule, forty acres and two willing hands
Worked this timber turned to lumber
Built the house where I was raised
And he did it all because he was taught the old ways

By the time my daddy started
Passing down these tools to me
They were time tested tried and true family legacies
Save the seeds out of the garden
Let the bible lead your way
Lord, I am thankful he passed down the old ways

Well hard times are hard
But they make you who you are
And the lessons that we've learned along the way
Are meant to be used often
Lest they be forgotten
Life ain't always made of good old days
And I'm a proud member of the old ways

Daddy crossed over
In the spring of ninety-five
He left it on my shoulders to keep it all alive
Though I feel like a stranger
In this fast and modern age
I live a life of passing round
And handing down the old ways

Well hard times are hard
But they make you who you are
And the lessons that we've learned along the way
Are meant to be used often
Lest they be forgotten
Life ain't always made of good old days
And I'm a proud member of the old ways

And I'm a proud member of the old ways