Bob Mould Follow

Found a book of interest the other day
Compositions for the young and old to sing
Poems written many years ago
They told of family and hope and other things
Put together in the old days

When fifteen cents, it was a buck
That's when five would get you ten
Before it took you eight just to get you one
Some people, they don't care
When they're down on their luck

Cheap thrills are awful, hard to find these days
No one is amused for free
Someone's pulling on your mama's apron strings
You'd better run and see who it is

Playing cards with your neighbors on the back porch
Singing with an old beat-up guitar
Going to the local swimming hole
Until they closed it down, now there's nowhere to go

Now everything is so expensive and complicated
I hear you need a license
For just about anything

Used to be that
A handshake was a man's word
Now we settle arguments in court
No one trusts anyone's intentions anymore

Rummaging through the attic when I'm home
It brings back those memories to me
I'd amuse myself when I was small
When I was younger the simplest things would do
Now I'm on everybody's mailing list

For things I can't afford to buy
I hear the weatherman
He says, "It looks like rain for a while"
I guess I'll have to stay inside
Make peanut butter sandwiches and cry

Found a book of interest the other day
Compositions for the young and old to sing
Poems written many years ago