Depression Era

Corn bread and butter milk
And better clean your plate
He lived through the great war
And came back to his home state
Married his young sweetheart
Never would complain
The world it keeps on changing
But he did never change
Depression era
Lived to tell the tale
Depression era
And he don’t never fail
The boy who called him daddy
Has grown in different ways
The things that made him happy
Have long since gone away
Depression era
Kicked in in red clay mud
Depression era
Survival’s in his blood
Biscuits and gravy
Digs all the way
Fought in the navy
And made it back this way
Loved his beautiful wife
Now he’s full of hurt
A Methodist all his life
But he don’t go to church
Depression era
Some things never fade
Depression era
In the modern age
He always rose above it
But nothing’s as it seems
Anger has its pitfalls
Like living in your dreams
His dreams they are fading
He’ll make a final stand
He’d never hit a lady
But he just might kill a man
Depression era
Lived to tell the tale
Depression era
He don’t never fail
He don’t never fail
He don’t never fail