When the Good Ol Boys Age Out

And I was just a kid
Granddad told me, «Son, this world’s a-changing fast
One that I grew up in, Lord
Seems like it just ain’t gonna last»
Said, «I feel a storm a-coming
The winds of change are blowing strong
Son, I’m afraid when the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone»
It wasn’t twenty years ago
Hard work was part of the American brand
Now it seems like folks are working awful hard
To do as little as they can
Since when did all the grinders and believers
Become the cause the cause of all that’s wrong?
And I’m afraid when the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone
Here’s to the hand that swings the hammer
Pours the concrete, bends the steel
To the hand that steers the wheel out on the tractor
To the soldiers in the field
Oh, everything they do ain’t worth nothing
If we don’t pass it on
And I’m afraid when all the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone