When marriages and trucks don't last And a John Deere's just a thing of the past When steel guitars and fiddles fade I hope I don't live to see that day When boys stop shaking old man's hands And don't open doors or say "Yes ma'am" When no one stands as the anthem plays I hope I don't live to see that day Well call me old school I know it ain't cool But there's some of us who still believe in that golden rule There's some things you shouldn't change And if they go away I hope I don't live to see that day When the trees are gone and the fields ain't green And a hard day's work ain't worth a thing When no one bows their head to pray I hope I don't live to see that day Well call me old school I know it ain't cool But there's some of us who still believe in that golden rule There's some things you shouldn't change And if they go away I hope I don't live to see that day When the last small town boards up its doors And the little guy don't dream big no more When there's no more heart in the home of the brave I hope I don't live to see that day No, I hope I don't live to see that day