I remember mama almost leaving daddy It was the year that the crops all failed But she got down her bible They got back together The good Lord put the wind back in their sails I can almost see the sawmill Where my brother almost got killed They worked like hell for 50 cents a day We all went to church on Sunday We were proud to be a country And always spoke well of the USA But things are not the same in modern times The way this world has changed is such a crime I'd give all I own for the family and the home The way I knew it back before these modern times Well I just can't keep from wishing I was on the creek bank fishing Hunting squirrels down in the bottom land Or just sitting in the porch swing Hearing mom and dad sing Glory to God, I'm changing hands I'm so tired of city living Concrete and tall buildings I long to go back to the good old days I'd spend my last quarter For a drink of cold well water Out the back of the shack where I was raised