Put a foot down on a hard luck story
Put a foot down on a fallen pine
The world’s as blue as a morning glory
Lost in a field of tumbling vines
And you know I saw your cold and careless ways
And you know I love those good old days
Put your hand on a shoulder there’s a frost in the air
The winter’s here before tomorrow’s gone
The gatherings over, better take what’s fair
The Reaper will leave you bare as a bone
And you know I saw your cold and careless ways
And you know I love those good old days
So give your heart to the whisper in the wind
Give your mind to the time of man
Give your blood to the river bend
And give your Soul to Abraham
And you know I saw your cold and careless ways
And you know I love those good old days
