(Verse 1)
Big front porch and an old rocking chair
Eighty acres all in weeds
A few old chickens and a hungry hound
And a family that's about to leave
(Chorus)
The bank is a-closin' in, the bills are gettin' high
The crops ain't what they used to be
But the old folks they just sit and sigh
And dream of the good old days when they were young and free
(Verse 2)
The son is gone, off to the city
The daughter's married and moved away
The only ones left are the old folks
And they're a-waitin' for the end of their days
(Chorus)
The bank is a-closin' in, the bills are gettin' high
The crops ain't what they used to be
But the old folks they just sit and sigh
And dream of the good old days when they were young and free
(Bridge)
But even in their sadness, there's a sense of peace
They've got each other, and they've got their old home
And they know that come what may, they'll always have a place to go
(Chorus)
The bank is a-closin' in, the bills are gettin' high
The crops ain't what they used to be
But the old folks they just sit and sigh
And dream of the good old days when they were young and free
(Outro)
The old folks are gone now, but their spirit lives on
In the songs they sang and the stories they told
And in the hearts of all who knew and loved them