Times Long Gone

TIMES LONG GONE

WRITTEN BY J.R HILTON

2018

WOKE UP THIS MORNING WITH THE DAWN

GRABBED MY COFFEE AND I WAS GONE

I DROVE INTO THE SUN

ROLLING ACROSS THE PRAIRIE

LIT UP FOR THE RUN

WIDE OPEN SPACES

ROUNDING OUT MY SOUL

I TURN NORTH, PASSING BY OLD FARMS

THEIR CHARMS HIDDEN IN THE TREES

OLD TRUCKS RUSTING IN THE FIELD

LONG PAST THEIR LAST MILE

OLD WINDMILL LONG SEIZED

RUSTY DINNER BELL

HANGING FROM THE PORCH

OLD TRACTOR IN THE TALL GRASS

I CAN PICTURE CLOTHES BLOWING

ON THIS OLD CLOTHESLINE

 

THERE'S HORSES GRAZING

IN A FIELD NEARBY 

PASTORAL TO THE POINT

OF A SILENT SADNESS

THAT RINGS IN TIMES LONG GONE

MAYBE IT'S JUST ME

TRYING TO HOLD ON

WHAT HIDDEN TREASURES TO DISCOVER

LITTLE BRIDGE COUNTRY STREAM

IN THE TREES A PLACE TO SIT AND DREAM

OLD CORN CRIBS FORGOTTEN IN TIME

BARN WITH A BROKEN BACK

OLD TIMES GOOD TIMES IN THE COUNTRY SUN

WORKING IN THE FIELDS TILL DARK

CRY OF A MEADOWLARK

SLEEPING LIKE A STONE

OH THE TIMES WE HAD 

THE TIMES WE LOST

TIMES WE REWIND JUST TO LOOK IN AGAIN

AFTER I'VE BEEN WHERE I'VE BEEN

DAYS IN THE COUNTRY SUN

NEVER WONDERING WHAT TO DO

NO TIME FOR FEELING BLUE

I REMEMBER ALL TOO WELL

THE INNOCENCE OF THOSE DAYS

SITTING BACK AGAINST AN OAK IN THE SHADE

SIPPING ON A COKE, I WAS KING

IF I DIDN'T HAVE IT, I DIDN'T NEED A THING

FIELDS OF GREEN I HAVE SEEN

TURN TO GOLD IN THE COUNTRY SUN

I'M A COUNTRY BOY, AND I'LL ALWAYS BE ONE

THE TIMES LONG GONE

BUT THE FEELINGS ARE STILL STRONG

GREW UP STRAIGHT AND TALL

DON'T TAKE NO GUFF AT ALL

I'll ALWAYS STAND MY GROUND