(no subject)
The summer was coming, I was out in the fields
Well then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear
I saw an old man, he sat by a tree
He said "Come and listen to me son now, come and listen to me."
He said "Hey boy, what does life mean to you? Well alright,"
"Does it mean got out, get drunk, and drown your blues?"
He said "If that’s, what it means to you, well alright,"
He said "Well that’s a wasted life and I got nothing more to say to
you."
Ian stuart
R.I.P grampa
Well then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear
I saw an old man, he sat by a tree
He said "Come and listen to me son now, come and listen to me."
He said "Hey boy, what does life mean to you? Well alright,"
"Does it mean got out, get drunk, and drown your blues?"
He said "If that’s, what it means to you, well alright,"
He said "Well that’s a wasted life and I got nothing more to say to
you."
Ian stuart
R.I.P grampa