Church bell sounding, duck pile on the mountain Dog in the pantry acting strange Wild man's calling, each day, a new problem Only the worrying don't change Both on the back door and a wrap around the Porshe Where I wrap my cares away Hearts fall, troubles raise, hope dim and rain dries old time music's here to stay Working on the five strings keeps my hand from handling And takes me back when I was young When I see some hobo picking on his banjo, I'd plug my hears and run Never let the fine guitar I bought in 84' sits back in the closet these days And watch the queues on realing, the more I get the feeling old time music's here to stay ♪ Using your mind for what it were designed for is a good way to go insane Me, I've kept lasting ever but I pressed in my poor willing brain But when those old songs get down in your bones You just let your fingers play Oh, little much makes you humble, everything built just crumbles that the old time music's here to stay ♪ So I built a back door and sit down on the Porshe Listen to my fingers play What kills joy and sorrow, a little thing called tomorrow Old time music's here to stay Hearts fall, troubles rise, hopes dim, rain dries, old time music's here to stay