Joshua

Joshua was an old man
 his beard like mountain snow
 and when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions
 I'd sneak off to old Sharptop
 with my guitar I would go
 when I should have been at school
 learnin' my lesson
 and I'd sip a little moonshine
 and I'd smoke a corncob pipe
 and we'd pick all day until our fingers bled
 and right around supper time
 I'd run home in the night
 just in time to get a whippin' from my Dad
 oh way back when
 he was 65 and I was 10
 and I will never be as free again
 oh way back when
 the summer flew by quickly
 and Josh and I spent out time
 writing words to songs from memories of his past
 he'd tell me bout the way it was
 and I'd find the perfect rhyme
 and I couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast
 I never knew an old man
 could be so full of life
 the love we had was so hard to explain
 and I remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife
 and I'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain
 oh way back when
 he was 65 and I was 10
 and I will never be as free again
 oh way back when
 and then in late November
 I knocked on his cabin dor
 I knocked and knocked but Joshua never came
 and I still remember
 how he layed there on the floor
 and I went home cryin' in the rain
 oh way back when
 he was 65 and I was 10
 and I will never be as free again
 oh way back when
 oh way back when
 oh way back when