Book Of Joe

Can you remember, brother?
The good old days, in a cotton haze
I can still see Mother, crying over Daddy's grave
She said, "oh-oh-oh"

And I can hear the old man say
"Pick up the slack, it don't go that way
You will learn in this life
It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight"

'Cause momma spoke Czech, and she couldn't read or write
So we worked the farm and played dances on the side
'Cause I could pick a guitar, enough to get by
And Ed could saw the fiddle
He'd make the people dance like fire
Remember brother
The good old days
The good old days

When I could hear the old man say
"Pick up the slack, it don't go that way
You will learn in this life
It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight"

Woah, Woah

Can you remember, brother?
The good old days
The good old days