Since I was born in 1920 in a dirt-roofed cabin of logs
I walked with my old great grandad as he fed them old red hogs.
I just moved on from three-cornered pants to denim overalls.
Too many people in the tiny house, some were climbing the walls.

Other wee ones came to life in the house where I was born
and to young ones like me, old folks looked weathered and worn.
In those days the people were happy with what they had
and when neighbors came to visit everyone was glad.

They made a batch of biscuits and stew in an iron pot
then gathered around the table while the tasty food was hot.
It took some time to have a meal because it takes time to chat,
these were folks who took the time to stop and chew the fat.

Modern times kept creeping in and old folks passed away,
and younger generations saw the changes were here to stay.
Cars replaced the horse and buggy and the roads were very nice
to get things cold just flip a switch and they had no need for ice.

Electricity- radios then television - each found a place in life.
Some men watched the tube so much they forgot they had a wife.
Now we have these computer things and life is faster still
but they don’t have a computer to run the ‘bootleggers whiskey still’.

There was a railroad through the valley and a dusty old dirt road
and at times a team of horses pulled a mighty hefty load.
Most everyone was happy then and the way of life was slow
but dear friends and neighbors - that was A LONG TIME AGO.