Joshua

Joshua was an old manhis beard like mountain snowand when I was a boy we'd have jam sessionsI'd sneak off to old Sharptopwith my guitar I would gowhen I should have been at schoollearnin' my lessonand I'd sip a little moonshineand I'd smoke a corncob pipeand we'd pick all day until our fingers bledand right around supper timeI'd run home in the nightjust in time to get a whippin' from my Dadoh way back whenhe was 65 and I was 10and I will never be as free againoh way back whenthe summer flew by quicklyand Josh and I spent out timewriting words to songs from memories of his pasthe'd tell me bout the way it wasand I'd find the perfect rhymeand I couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fastI never knew an old mancould be so full of lifethe love we had was so hard to explainand I remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wifeand I'd give him my 6-string to ease his painoh way back whenhe was 65 and I was 10and I will never be as free againoh way back whenand then in late NovemberI knocked on his cabin dorI knocked and knocked but Joshua never cameand I still rememberhow he layed there on the floorand I went home cryin' in the rainoh way back whenhe was 65 and I was 10and I will never be as free againoh way back whenoh way back whenoh way back when