On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown
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He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line
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He looked at the young man who was riding beside him
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He said I'm old kind of worn out inside
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I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary
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And my father before me I helped build this land
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Now I'm seventy-seven and with God as my witness
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I earned every dollar that passed through my hands
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My family and friends are the best thing I've known
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Through the eye of the needle I'll carry them home
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Days turn to minutes
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And minutes to memories
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Life sweeps away the dreams
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That we have planned
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You are young and you are the future
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So suck it up and tough it out
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And be the best you can
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The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming
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He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones
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This highway is long but I know some that are longer
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By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home
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Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio river
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The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times
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He fell asleep with his head against the window
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He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind
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This world offers riches and riches will grow wings
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I don't take stock in those uncertain things
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[Chorus]
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The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to follow
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I do things my way and I pay a high price
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When I think back on the old man and the bus ride
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Now that I'm older I can see he was right
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Another hot one out on highway eleven
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This is my life It's what I've chosen to do
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There are no free rides No one said it'd be easy
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The old man told me this my son i'm telling it to you
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[Chorus]
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Minutes To Memories
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| John Cougar Mellencamp |
