When the Good Ol Boys Age Out - Jon Wolfe

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