Old Ways

My grandaddy's daddy

Settled down here on this land

A mule, forty acres and two willing hands

Worked this timber, turned to lumber

Built a 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 '95

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