A collaboration between Richard (Ripamo) and myself.
Old HickoryLyricsverse 1As a little boy, I remember him sitting there.Using that old stump like it was a chair.Waiting for what? I don't know.Perhaps just waiting for time to go.verse 2His skin tanned and rough as old leather.His clothing days, well they've seen better.We all called him, Old Hickory.His real name, well it eludes my memory.chorusWalking down these dusty roads, memories playing in my thoughts.People, places, special faces, it's easy to get lost.In these dusty roads in my mind.verse 3Dad said, for twenty years,Old Hickory, he just sits there.Noone knows what weight he bares.If only we could ask that stump, that was his chair.verse 4Coming home, something strange in the air,the old stump, empty, he was'nt there.He died alone in his cabin.A crumpled note, his only possesion. (saying... I love you... wait for me))chorusWalking down these dusty roads, memories playing in my thoughts.People, places, special faces, it's easy to get lost.In these dusty roads in my mind.In these dusty roads in my mind.