The coldest winter in almost 14 years
You got that sand all over your feet
They threw an American flag in our face
She'll only come out at night
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
You're not the only one 'cuz seein' is believin'
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
Young man, I was once in your shoes
I asked Bobby Dylan, I asked the Beatles
It used to seem to me that my life ran on too fast
Mucho mistrust
So he shot down the congregation
And our friends are all aboard.
The willow turns his back on inclement weather
It's like we never knew each other at all
Why she had to go, I don't know: she wouldn't say
There's nothing left here to remind me
He's got interstate running through his front yard
We held the day in the palm of our hands
Grandchildren on you knee: Vera, Chuck & Dave
