Old as the Hills
Lean in friend, lean in friend
And I'll tell you a tale
Be good friend, be good friend
As I tread the stage a while
'Twas late in the day, the day after the fair
When I heard tell of her
She lived so far away - further, farther and
Beyond - and well you know they say...
She was old as the hills, and worn as a train
On rails of old steel wool
She was old as the hills.
And her sons were all gone
Killed in battle won by someone above
Instead of coming on home
And her daughters were gone
Followed love and they'd run to the city below
Instead of coming on home
She was old as the hills, and worn as a train
On rails of old steel wool
She was old as the hills.
She had a bullet in her bonnet -
The last that she owned -
And a gun in her pocket
To keep her strong as she roamed
She went fishing in the shallows
For eels and minnows
Which she fried up so nicely
All salty and spicy
She was old as the hills, and worn as a train
On rails of old steel wool
She was old as the hills.
And her dog was gone
Whom she'd cared for so long
Fed whiskey and plums, on his lavender bed
And her love was gone
When he'd heard the sea's song
He left the shore all alone
To travel the world around
She was old as the hills, and worn as a train
On rails of old steel wool
She was old as the hills