The Vanishing Breed
Refrain:
Born in the shadows of a turpentine still
Raised up believing that a man shouldn't kill
Mom and dad taught me to work hard for things I might need
They made me part of a vanishing breed.
The Yellow flicker in lifes comparison lands hanging down
Reminds me of home in the middle of a tiny wood sawmill town
A six mile walk to school with a blanket of frost on the clay
Or a brand new shirt from a flour sack to wear on church meeting day.
Refrain:
I've slept on memories of meals mom cooked on a wood burning stove
And a burden my dad had to beg for a little more credit at the temperance store
Though we were poor and in the company house where we lived there was no rent
Even blest with love, some folks can't find with all the money they're spent
Refrain:
Born in the shadows of a turpentine still
Raised up believing that a man shouldn't kill
Mom and Dad taught me, eat to work hard for things I might need
They made me part of a vanishing breed.