Time Marches On - Tracy Lawrence

Sister cries out, from her baby bed

Brother runs in, feathers on his head

Mama’s in her room learnin' how to sew

Daddy’s drinkin' beer, listenin' to the radio

Hank Williams sings Kaw-Liga and Dear John

And time marches on, time marches on

Sister’s using rouge and clear complexion soap

Brother’s wearin' beads and he smokes a lot of dope

Mama is depressed, barely makes a sound

Daddy’s got a girlfriend in another town

Bob Dylan sings «Like a Rolling Stone»

And time marches on, time marches on

The South moves north, North moves south

A star is born, a star burns out

The only thing that stays the same is

Everything changes, everything changes

Sister calls herself a sexy grandma

Brother’s on a diet for high cholesterol

Mama’s out of touch with reality

Daddy’s in the ground beneath the maple tree

As the angels sing an old Hank Williams song

Time marches on, time marches on

Time marches on, time marches on

Time marches on, time marches on