When He Was My Age - Confederate Railroad

He worked all week for a hard day’s pay

Walked to school five miles one way

It must have rained every day

When he was my age

He quit school early to help Grandpa

He was one man short on a crosscut saw

There was wood to cut and ground to break

When he was my age

By the time he turned twelve in '39

He’d been through Hell and Hoover times

Drank his first homemade wine

And started to shave

The tales get taller every time they’re told

The fish get longer as he grows old

He loves to talk about the good old days

When he was my age

He was sixty pounds lighter with a head full of hair

A dollar in his tank would take him anywhere

But nine o’clock was coming on late

When he was my age

He talks about the time the Dodgers called

He could have played pro ball

But he had me to raise

When he was my age

By the time he turned twelve in '39

He’d been through Hell and Hoover times

Drank his first homemade wine

And started to shave

The tales get taller every time they’re told

The fish get longer as he grows old

He loves to talk about the good old days

When he was my age

When he was my age he had a lot more living left to do

But hard work and hard times

Robbed him of his youth

He says it seems like yesterday

When he was my age

When he was my age

When he was my age

When he was my age

When he was my age