Goodnight, Texas Uncle John Farquhar
Started work when I was ten
Like my father did back then
Driving Pittsburg steel with hammers under flames
Fifty years up in that that mill
I nearly killed myself and still
I ain't got no dollar bill to my name
Old Bill Hicks from nowhere's middle
Taught me how to play the fiddle
In East Ohio there ain't too much goin' on
But we like it that way here
Not much changes every year
Except the whiskey jug gets lower
Til it's gone
At the same old screen door
That the dog scratched through
And the same old wood floor
Underneath my shoe
And the same old woman
Making chicken every night
Yeah, I guess did alright
I was only seventeen
Met a girl from Bowling Green
It was the fieriest kind of winter fling
She got pregnant with my son
I didn't have nowhere to run
So I manned up and we married in the Spring
At the same old screen door
That the dog scratched through
And the same old wood floor
Underneath my shoe
And the same old woman
Causin' trouble every night
Yeah, I guess I did alright
Started work when I was ten
Like my father did back then
Drivin' Pittsburg steel with hammers under flames
Now I'm nearly sixty-eight
Got a gal that sets me straight
And I've got supper on my plate
And I've got grandkids on the way
And I owe money to the state
Because my taxes all were late
But if you think I care then you're just makin' noise
At the same old screen door
That the dog scratched through
And the same old wood floor
Underneath my shoe
And the same old woman
Leavin' on that old porch light
Yeah, I guess I did alright