At My Post - Grandaddy

Branches waving madly in the air

Waving 'round like they don’t even care

Last time i considered leaving here

The roads caught fire and I drank all our beer

Out here at my post I’ve learned a lot

I’ve learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot

There’s more ATM’s with air conditioning then there are birds on the wing

Out here at my post I’ve learned a few things

Like the sun ain’t afraid to bleach out a dream

And the way that you were ain’t the way that you will always be

Please believe me

Branches wave and ask for change to spare

Once I did, but now I barely care

Last time I considered leavin' town

Something dumb came up and I turned around

Out here at my post I’ve learned a lot

I’ve learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot

There’s more ATM’s with air conditioning then there are birds on the wing

Out here at my post I’ve learned a few things

Like the sun ain’t afraid to bleach out a dream

And the way that you were ain’t the way that you will always be

Please believe me

Out here at my post