Good Company

Father Thompson Hands like rocks Pushed his plow 'til the light Of the day slipped behind the treetops But he don't worry about Where he's not 'Cuz he knows he gonna drive The plow home to his babies playin' in the yard And even on his worst days The song remains the same 'cuz he could be Diggin' in a ditch in the blisterin' Georgia sun Wishin' he was singin' his songs to everyone his Hands are tired his body aches But it's not the what or the when Or the where that matters It's the who do we got to fill the ranks around us it's Why we are here in the first place I know that the how of a great life lived is Good Company 18 and overseas in 44 Trench foot frostbite bullets whippin' by Knockin' down heaven's door but they're Playin' gin rummy in their Foxholes thinkin' Well I could die any minute but at least I won't die alone And even in the darkest hour A little light shines from the tower cuz he could be Sittin' in a ditch in the blisterin' winter cold wonderin' if he's ever gonna make it home his Hands are tired his body aches But it's not the what or the when Or the where that matters It's the who do we got to fill the ranks around us it's Why we are here in the first place I know that the how of a great life lived is Good Company Good Company Are the beams And the nails And the seams Years have faded His daughters grown Wife been gone for a few years now God rest her soul and he's Lookin' over his Fields of gold got Hank the Hound layin' down By his feet gnawin' on a dear bone And though the faces come and go That melody don't change its notes 'cuz he could be Sit-in' on the porch back and forth in the rocking chair Legs barely work thank God he's still got his hands To play for the people walking by It's not the what or the when Or the where that matters It's the who do we got to fill the ranks around us it's Why we are here in the first place I know that the how of a great life lived Oh the how of a great life lived Oh the how of a great life lived is Good Company