Walter Hudson up at daylight
A habit now of 60 some odd years
There really ain’t much reason
Cause not that much needs doin around here
Forty acres on the edge of town
You pay the thing off 15 yrs ago
He buried Martha in November
And for the first time Walters startin to feel
Oh those long days
Muscles straight and shoulders bent
Oh those long days
You thot would never end
Long days without slack
End to end back-to-back, they don’t add up
The answer isn’t clear
How those long days turn into such short years
The old corral is fallen down
You’ll have to fix that up before too long
That’s whеre old Jet thru Jimmy
And Walter had to makе him get back on
Leave those muddy boots outside the door
Or mama’s gonna skin you boys alive
Walter here’s those sounds from long ago
And like old friends their welcome to drop by
Walter Hudson up at daylight
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Erin Hay Lyrics – Long Days