It's a sleepy town where I come from
And I grew up listening to the old men
At the football fields and pot-luck meals, way back when.
And they sure told me a lot about Jesus
And they told me how I needed a wife:
"But she'll want a man who will work just as hard as he can all of his life.
And wherever you go, though it may be far, you will ever know--you can always come home and lay down in this sleepy town."
But the years flew fast and each one sent another old man to the past.
By the time that I knew I'd been away too long, well, the whole place I grew up was gone
And nowhere to be found was my old sleepy town.
If I could, I'd run home and kiss the ground of my old sleepy town.
--Brian Bacon
March 20, 2019