Uncle John Farquhar - Goodnight, Texas

Started work when I was ten

Like my father did back then

Driving Pittsburg steel with hammers under flames

Fifty years up in that that mill

I nearly killed myself and still

I ain’t got no dollar bill to my name

Old Bill Hicks from nowhere’s middle

Taught me how to play the fiddle

In East Ohio there ain’t too much goin' on

But we like it that way here

Not much changes every year

Except the whiskey jug gets lower

Til it’s gone

At the same old screen door

That the dog scratched through

And the same old wood floor

Underneath my shoe

And the same old woman

Making chicken every night

Yeah, I guess did alright

I was only seventeen

Met a girl from Bowling Green

It was the fieriest kind of winter fling

She got pregnant with my son

I didn’t have nowhere to run

So I manned up and we married in the Spring

At the same old screen door

That the dog scratched through

And the same old wood floor

Underneath my shoe

And the same old woman

Causin' trouble every night

Yeah, I guess I did alright

Started work when I was ten

Like my father did back then

Drivin' Pittsburg steel with hammers under flames

Now I’m nearly sixty-eight

Got a gal that sets me straight

And I’ve got supper on my plate

And I’ve got grandkids on the way

And I owe money to the state

Because my taxes all were late

But if you think I care then you’re just makin' noise

At the same old screen door

That the dog scratched through

And the same old wood floor

Underneath my shoe

And the same old woman

Leavin' on that old porch light

Yeah, I guess I did alright