From the recording Where I'm From

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There are days I feel like the old man, and I always feel like the kid.

Lyrics

Go On Get On
Old man from the city sitting by the side of the road.
He’s tired of talking tired of carrying that heavy load.
You all can have it I’m getting out of here.
Going to the coast gonna loose that ghost.
Gonna breath some salty air
Life gets so heavy we let it bring us down.
No body’s talking all they make is sound.
Hold on just a minute, take a deep breath.
Go on get on out of here and get a little rest
New mom with her baby climbing the walls.
Tired of dirty diapers she’s tired of baby calls.
Dad comes home from work just wants to have a BEER.
She blows her lid hands him the kid, she’s getting outa here
Life gets so heavy we let it bring us down.
No body’s talking all they make is sound.
Hold on just a minute, take a deep breath.
Go on get on out of here and get a little rest
Young boy in grade school staring past the glass.
Tired of Social Studies he’s tired of this new math.
It’s too complicated just give him the facts.
Teacher shouts and he checks out, he ain’t coming back
Life gets so heavy we let it bring us down.
No body’s talking all they make is sound.
Hold on just a minute, take a deep breath.
Go on get on out of here and get a little rest