Kentucky Feb. 27.`71 — текст песни (Tom T. Hall)

There were signs beside the road like Jesus Saves
And relieve yourself the fast and gentle way
I was looking for an old man who lived way back in these hills
Who just might have a story I could tell
Pretty soon the blacktop disappeared I felt the car change to a lower gear
I took a drink of liquor just to chase away the chill
I was twenty seven miles from Olive Hill
Ahead I saw the bridge where I turned right a dirt road led straight up a mountain side
I pulled up to a farmhouse I thought I had seen before
An old man and his dog were at the door
They told me this old-timer knew this land I told him sir I just don`t understand
Why the kids in this state just grow up and move away
And leave the land where they were born and raised
He said son you can`t make it on this land
Unless you`re happy working with your hands
There ain`t no kids today that want to stay and work it out
They wanna see the things they hear about
He said I cleared this old farm off myself
And I`d work it now but time has got my health
Then staring out the window resting in his easy chair
He told me what I`d really come to hear
Said you know son people used to tell their kids
My I don`t want you to have to work the way I did
They don`t and some will tell you that it`s a shame
But you have to think before you place the blame
I guess we must`ve talked a half a day then I told him that I`d best be on my way
He shook my hand and said I`m glad I met you Mr Hall
But I guess there ain`t no song here after all