Photo thanks to: Abandoned Everything, Mary Young
Don't tell them how we made it through,
countless tears in dustbowl years.
Never speak of times you've seen,
no matter how hard they press you.
Things we've done, stay between,
the young ones don't need to know.
Only speak of love and family;
all the sweet things of life, only show.
Don't tell them about this last run,
you keep that to yourself, Good Son.
Don't tell them what all happened
to bring me to this death.
The loyal son leaned close to listen,
he smelled the vanilla whiskey on his breath.
Don't say nothin' how it all turned bad.
Don't teach them about these ways.
These times took from us all we had,
left us to scrabble, we couldn't stay.
Don't tell the young ones
how this drove your Ma's mind away.
This business took the best from us,
I love her to this day.
I took her in this car,
to a place south of here.
I saw her in the window
as she watched me disappear.
Don't say nothin' to the young ones;
they don't need to know.
Keep all this business to yourself.
Only sweet life to them, show.
The loyal son stood by
and he watched him pass away.
Outside the car was running;
he left him there, and made his getaway.
Daddy, won't you tell me, how things used to be?
What was it like, who did you know,
when you was a young boy like me
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