Lyrics Uncle John Farquhar (Live) - Goodnight , Texas

Started work when I was ten
Like my father did back then
Driving Pittsburg's steal with hammers under flames
Fifty years up in that mill
Nearly killed myself and still
I ain't got no dollar bill to my name

Old Bill Hicks from nowhere's middle
Taught me how to play the fiddle
In East Ohio there ain't too much goin' on
But we liked it that way here
Not much changes every year
Except the whiskey jug gets lower 'til it's gone

At the same screen old screen door
That the dogs scratch through
And the same old wood floor
Underneath my shoe
And the same old woman
Makin' chicken every night
Yeah, I guess I did alright

I was only 17
Meet a girl from Bowling green
It was the fierest kind of winter fling
She got pregnant with my son
I didn't have nowhere to run
So I manned up and we married in the Spring

At the same old screen door
That the dogs scratched through
And the same old wood floor
Underneath my shoe
And the same old woman
Causin' trouble every night
Yeah, I guess I did alright

Started work when I was ten
Like my father did back then
Drivin' Pittsburg steel with hammers under flames
Now I'm nearly 68
I got a gal that sets me straight
And I've got supper on my plate
And I've got grandkids on the way
And I owe money to the state
Because my taxes are all late
But if you think I care then you're just making noise

At the same old screen door
That the dogs scratched through
And the same old wood floor
Underneath my shoe
And the same old woman
Causin' trouble every night
Yeah, I guess I did alright