He was standing in the rubble of an old farmhouse outside Birmingham
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When some on the scene reporter stuck a camera in the face of that old man
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He said "tell the folks please mister, what are you gonna do
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Now that this twister has taken all that's dear to you"
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The old man just smiled and said "boy let me tell you something, this ain't nothing"
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He said I lost my daddy, when I was eight years old,
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That cave-in at the Kincaid mine left a big old hole,
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And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my left hand
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In a no win situation in a place called Vietnam
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And last year I watched my loving wife, of fifty years waste away and die
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And I held her hand til her heart of gold stopped pumping,
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So this ain't nothin'
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He said I learned at an early age,
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There's things that matter and there's things that don't
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So if you're waiting here for me to cry,
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I hate to disappoint you boy, but I won't
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Then he reached down in the rubble and picked up a photograph
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Wiped the dirt off of it with the hand that he still had
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He put it to his lips and said man she was something
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But this ain't nothin'
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He said I lost my daddy, when I was eight years old,
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That cave-in at the Kincaid mine left a big old hole,
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And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my left hand
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In a no win situation in a place called Vietnam
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And last year I watched my loving wife, of fifty years waste away and die
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We were holding hands when her heart of gold stopped pumping
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So this ain't nothin'
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This ain't nothin' time won't erase
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And this ain't nothin' money can't replace
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He said you sit and watch your loving wife fifty years fighting for her life
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Then you hold her hand til her heart of gold stops pumping
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Yeah boy that's something,
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So this ain't nothin'
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No this ain't nothin'
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This Ain't Nothin'
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| Craig Morgan |
