It Sure Was Better Back Then

Working on the Georgia line the live long day

Ninety nine degrees and only half past May

Nailing down the metal with the cross time blues

I had creosote all over my shoes

I hated it you know now I find I miss it

Every time my little pension check rolls in

Course I had it bad hey not as bad as this is

It sure was better back then

Yeah it sure was better back then

Working in the rain beneath surplus tarp

Foreman in the wagon twanging a sad Jews harp

Passing out at night still in my mud caked jeans

I was living off of berries and beans

I hated it you know now I swear I miss it

Every time I look down on my pale white skin

Course I had it bad hey not as bad as this is

It sure was better back then

It sure was better back then

Well the cable caught my leg and boy the damn thing bled

Foreman sewed the muscle up with tarp patch thread

Sit me by the camp gonna have the cook clean pans

And scrub them down with Georgia red sand

I hated it you know now I really I miss it

Staring in my TV till the broadcast ends

Course I had it bad hey not as bad as this is

It sure was better back then

It sure was better back then

It sure was better back then