Old Country Home
Picture an old wooden two-story standing
with a front porch and some gables in sight.
Color the sky blue as memory can be
under a few scattered brushes of white.
Set the house beside a wooded hill
best seen in summer-long green.
Make it hazy around the edges
and smaller than it once seemed.
It's a long way back to my old country home
in many more ways than just the miles
and when you ask, what you're asking you don't know.
You never could unless you were the child.
You see the boy running that dusty highway,
weeds by the road waving as he goes by.
Laughter and tears and the learning of child games,
learning to act and to believe the lies.
Now faces and names that once cut deep
against the grain have faded some
and it's harder now to know something for sure
but he still knows how to run.
It's a long way back to my old country home...
Taxes and change and death -- all in this life that's sure.
You know the folks always said it like that.
I wonder if they still sit on that front porch
shaking their heads at the world going by.
Talk about the weather, days gone by,
children and who married who.
I can still hear the small town talk telling me true
that it's a long way back to my old country home...
Rough cut video posted to YouTube 2/23/12. Click here to watch the video.