I'd like to take the old homeplace and fix it up once more
put new shingles on the roof new carpet on the floor
To re-live the past would be a pleasure there's no doubt
but the law of average tells me that my time is running out.
I hadn't seen the old homeplace since I left there long ago
things have sure been changing since in the days of old
The weeds are high, the clinging vines are climbing up the wall
the old red barn is leaning so, it's just about to fall.
In memory I can see my Mama washing dirty clothes
two little boys running around with a dirty nose
The woods have taken the corn fields where we used to work all day
these things keep reminding me how time can slip away.