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(John M. Green)
On a Greyhound thirty beyond Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennesseee
He looked at the young man who was beside him
He said I'm old, kind of out inside
I worked my whole life in the mills of Gary
And my father before me I helped build land
Now I'm seventy-seven and God as my witness
I earned dollar that passed through my hands
My family and freinds are the best I've known
Through the eye of the needle I'll carry home

Days turn to
And minutes to
sweeps away the dreams
That we planned
You are young and you are the
So it up and tough it out
And be the you can
The rain hit the old dog in the last gleaming
He said son it sounds rattling old bones
This highway is long but I some that are longer
By sunup tomorrow I I'll be home
Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the River
The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his
He fell asleep his head against the window
He said an honest man's pillow is his of mind
world offers riches and riches will grow wings
I take stock in those uncertain things

The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to
I do my way and I pay a high price
I think back on the old man and the bus ride
Now that I'm older I can see he was
Another hot one out on Eleven
This is my life, it's I've chosen to do
There are no free rides, no one said be easy
The old man me this, my son, I'm telling it to you