Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI

Older Than Dirt

When I was a kid didn't have no toys
Least not the likes for a rowdy boy
Just a hickory stick in an old mud hole
Where that red clay seeped into my soul

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Older than dirt, I'm older than dirt
Ain't afraid to love, ain't ashamed to work
Just a hickory stick in an old mud hole
Where that red clay seeped into my soul

I first found love at seventeen
And I still go there in my dreams
No fancy bed in a room downtown
Just a blanket layed out on the ground

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I've been around this world a while
Breathed my share of a dusty mile
On the lime track out behind the farm
Past fields of cows and the rows of corn

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When I die don't shed no tears
Just gather around a couple of beers
Divvy up what I was worth
And give what's left to Mother Earth

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Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
www.catesbyjones.com