Tekst piosenki
Dinner on the grounds of an old white church In a West Texas town Women brought a covered dish and old men told stories About the fish that got away Children played with horny toads and stumbled on Gravel in the road Turned their Sunday suits to gray The preacher had a house out back The flatbed was still loaded down with hay Chorus And Old Man Johnson was laid to rest today Old Man Johnson was laid to rest today So many times he offered me a nickel and dime And I?d take the larger one in size He?d smile a toothless grin because I fell for it again Chorus My God he had the kindest eyes He showed me how to ride a horse The sweat was warm the hair was coarse The smell still linger now The bullet riddled stop sign off the highway Down the market road Tells me that I'm going home My five year old mind turned that casket into a time machine I knew things weren?t quite right But I wasn?t sure of what was happening The weathered hands of a farming man Stained by the soil of a harvest land Are you resting by his side The bullet riddled stop sign Off the highway down the market road Tell me that I'm going home
