When the Good Ol Boys Age Out

And I was just a kid Granddad told me, "Son, this world's a-changing fast One that I grew up in, Lord Seems like it just ain't gonna last" Said, "I feel a storm a-coming The winds of change are blowing strong Son, I'm afraid when the good old boys age out The good old days are gone" It wasn't twenty years ago Hard work was part of the American brand Now it seems like folks are working awful hard To do as little as they can Since when did all the grinders and believers Become the cause the cause of all that's wrong? And I'm afraid when the good old boys age out The good old days are gone Here's to the hand that swings the hammer Pours the concrete, bends the steel To the hand that steers the wheel out on the tractor To the soldiers in the field Oh, everything they do ain't worth nothing If we don't pass it on And I'm afraid when all the good old boys age out The good old days are gone Why does all the pride we used to feel Feel so far away? The stars and stripes used to be forever Is on borrowed time these days And I ain't tryna make nobody mad, Lord But there's something going on I'm afraid when the good old boys age out The good old days are gone Here's to the hand that swings the hammer Pours the concrete, bends the steel To the hand that steers the wheel out on the tractor To the soldiers in the field Oh, everything they do ain't worth nothing If we don't pass it on, and on, and on And I'm afraid when all the good old boys age out The good old days are gone Gotta do all you can 'Cause freedom is an easy thing to lose And there's who'd fight and die just to fly That old red, white, and blue See any generation, Lord, is only here For so long And I'm afraid when the good old boys age out The good old days are gone And I'm afraid when the good old boys age out The good old days are gone