The Birds of Youth (OurVinyl Sessions)

Grandpa gave a nickel for each yellow squash I'd pick

Puffin' on his pipe while he was whittlin' on a stick

Singin' of cicadas whisperin' in the trees

Summer air was sticky, we were beggin' for a breeze

How I miss that ol' Kentucky home

Now the birds of youth have flown

My, how high the weeds have grown

And now, the pictures are fading

Catch 'em as the crawpie castin' bobbers from the bank

Makin' homemade ice cream, daddy helped me turn the crank

Granny's mashed potatoes are measured by the pound

Someone say the blessin' and we'll pass the plate around

How I miss that ol' Kentucky home

Now the birds of youth have flown

My, how high the weeds have grown

And now, the pictures are fading

When your world is little, it can still be black and white

Mama, can we stay up late? We're watchin' Nick At Nite

Grandpa talked to Jesus, thanked him that he bled

Smellin' like tobacco as he carried me to bed

How I miss that ol' Kentucky home

Now the birds of youth have flown

My, how high the weeds have grown

And now, the pictures are fading

Of that ol' Kentucky home

And the birds of youth have flown

My, how high the weeds have grown

And now, the memories are fading