Dinner on the grounds of an old white church
  In a West Texas town
  Women brought a covered dish and old men told stories
  About the fish that got away
  Children played with horny toads and stumbled on
  Gravel in the road
  Turned their Sunday suits to gray
  The preacher had a house out back
  The flatbed was still loaded down with hay
  
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  And Old Man Johnson was laid to rest today
  Old Man Johnson was laid to rest today
  
  So many times he offered me a nickel and dime
  And I?d take the larger one in size
  He?d smile a toothless grin because I fell for it again
  
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  My God he had the kindest eyes
  He showed me how to ride a horse
  The sweat was warm the hair was coarse
  The smell still linger now
  
  The bullet riddled stop sign off the highway
  Down the market road
  Tells me that I'm going home
  
  My five year old mind turned that casket into a time machine
  I knew things weren?t quite right
  But I wasn?t sure of what was happening
  The weathered hands of a farming man
  Stained by the soil of a harvest land
  Are you resting by his side
  
  The bullet riddled stop sign
  Off the highway down the market road
  Tell me that I'm going home