Last time I was home
It was all so strange to see
The old house had grown so small
And fallen gray
As the light was nearly finished with the day
I sat speaking with the old ones
My father and the hounds
But it only made me weary
To go round and round so slowly
The questions and the answers
Still the same
Soon the night air had them coughing
And shaken their old heads
And for once their boy could help them
To their bed
Old familiar rooms were asking where I'd been
Didn't know where I was going
Though in the morning I'd be gone
By the fire I was sleeping
In my father's chair
Well I can still see the dream
That I had there
One old man was riding hard
To cross the river
But his tired horse went under
And the river pulled them down
Then the morning sunlight struck
And we got up and fixed the truck
And the old man drove me back
Out to the road
