Luyện nghe bài hát Kentucky Feb. 27, '71

There were beside the road like "Jesus Saves"
And "Relieve the fast and gentle way"
I was lookin' for an old man who lived way back in hills
Who just might a story I could tell

Pretty the blacktop disappeared
I felt the car to a lower gear
I took a drink of just to chase away the chill
I was 27 from Olive Hill

Ahead I saw the where I turned right
A dirt road led up a mountainside
I pulled up to a I thought I had seen before
An old man and his dog at the door

They told me this old-timer this land
I him, "Sir, I just don't understand
Why the kids in this state just grow up and move
And leave the land where they were and raised."

He said, "Son, you can't it on this land
Unless you're happy workin' with your
ain't no kids today that wanna stay and work it out
They see the things they hear about."

He said, "I cleared this farm off myself
And I'd work it now but has got my health."
Then starin' out the window in his easy chair
He me what I'd really come to hear

"You know, son, people used to their kids
'Now, I don't you to have to work the way I did.'
They don't and will tell you that it's a shame
But you to think before you place the blame."

I guess we must have talked for a day
'Til I told him I'd best be on my way
He shook my hand and said, "I'm glad I met you, Mr.
But I there ain't no song here after all."