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Joshua
Joshua was an old man
his beard like mountain snow
and when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions
I'd sneak off to old Sharptop
with my guitar I would go
when I should have been at school
learnin' my lesson
and I'd sip a little moonshine
and I'd smoke a corncob pipe
and we'd pick all day until our fingers bled
and right around supper time
I'd run home in the night
just in time to get a whippin' from my Dad
oh way back when
he was 65 and I was 10
and I will never be as free again
oh way back when
the summer flew by quickly
and Josh and I spent out time
writing words to songs from memories of his past
he'd tell me bout the way it was
and I'd find the perfect rhyme
and I couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast
I never knew an old man
could be so full of life
the love we had was so hard to explain
and I remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife
and I'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain
oh way back when
he was 65 and I was 10
and I will never be as free again
oh way back when
and then in late November
I knocked on his cabin dor
I knocked and knocked but Joshua never came
and I still remember
how he layed there on the floor
and I went home cryin' in the rain
oh way back when
he was 65 and I was 10
and I will never be as free again
oh way back when
oh way back when
oh way back when
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oh way back when
oh way back when
oh way back when
and I will never be as free again
he was 65 and I was 10
oh way back when
and I went home cryin' in the rain
how he layed there on the floor
and I still remember
I knocked and knocked but Joshua never came
I knocked on his cabin dor
and then in late November
oh way back when
and I will never be as free again
he was 65 and I was 10
oh way back when
and I'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain
and I remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife
the love we had was so hard to explain
could be so full of life
I never knew an old man
and I couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast
and I'd find the perfect rhyme
he'd tell me bout the way it was
writing words to songs from memories of his past
and Josh and I spent out time
the summer flew by quickly
oh way back when
and I will never be as free again
he was 65 and I was 10
oh way back when
just in time to get a whippin' from my Dad
I'd run home in the night
and right around supper time
and we'd pick all day until our fingers bled
and I'd smoke a corncob pipe
and I'd sip a little moonshine
learnin' my lesson
when I should have been at school
with my guitar I would go
I'd sneak off to old Sharptop
and when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions
his beard like mountain snow
Joshua was an old man
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