Old man sittin on a fence
combing his hair with a broken wrench and you go dun tuck it
cause you gone done hay
little mary blue dress a no good lay
and ya gone done tuck it cause ya gone done yeah
aint find nothing that rhymes with ya
a little brown bird sing a little brown song
days are warm and the nights are long

fire up the kindlin, cookin a meal
a can of corn, and a hunk of veal
cookin that meat untill its seared
aint no dishes when my plate is cleared
travelin on this old box cart
got flea’s in my beard and love in my heart


Chorus:
and the sad thing is
i wont be done from this
and on the day that i die
aint no one gonna shed a tear
and like a train whistle in the distance
i will slowly disappear
and i’ll be off to heaven
and you’ll never know i was here
but thats ok, i never wanted to be known
and when i leave, im just leaving, dust and bones.