Joshua was an old man
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his beard like mountain snow
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and when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions
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I'd sneak off to old Sharptop
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with my guitar I would go
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when I should have been at school
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learnin' my lesson
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and I'd sip a little moonshine
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and I'd smoke a corncob pipe
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and we'd pick all day until our fingers bled
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and right around supper time
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I'd run home in the night
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just in time to get a whippin' from my Dad
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oh way back when
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he was 65 and I was 10
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and I will never be as free again
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oh way back when
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the summer flew by quickly
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and Josh and I spent out time
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writing words to songs from memories of his past
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he'd tell me bout the way it was
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and I'd find the perfect rhyme
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and I couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast
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I never knew an old man
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could be so full of life
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the love we had was so hard to explain
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and I remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife
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and I'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain
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oh way back when
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he was 65 and I was 10
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and I will never be as free again
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oh way back when
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and then in late November
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I knocked on his cabin dor
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I knocked and knocked but Joshua never came
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and I still remember
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how he layed there on the floor
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and I went home cryin' in the rain
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oh way back when
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he was 65 and I was 10
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and I will never be as free again
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oh way back when
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oh way back when
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oh way back when
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Joshua
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Shawn Mullins |