Joshua was an old man 
his beard like mountain snow 
and when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions 
I'd sneak off to old Sharptop 
with my guitar I would go 
when I should have been at school 
learnin' my lesson 
and I'd sip a little moonshine 
and I'd smoke a corncob pipe 
and we'd pick all day until our fingers bled 
and right around supper time 
I'd run home in the night 
just in time to get a whippin' from my Dad 
oh way back when 
he was 65 and I was 10 
and I will never be as free again 
oh way back when 
the summer flew by quickly 
and Josh and I spent out time 
writing words to songs from memories of his past 
he'd tell me bout the way it was 
and I'd find the perfect rhyme 
and I couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast 
I never knew an old man 
could be so full of life 
the love we had was so hard to explain 
and I remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife 
and I'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain 
oh way back when 
he was 65 and I was 10 
and I will never be as free again 
oh way back when 
and then in late November 
I knocked on his cabin dor 
I knocked and knocked but Joshua never came 
and I still remember 
how he layed there on the floor 
and I went home cryin' in the rain 
oh way back when 
he was 65 and I was 10 
and I will never be as free again 
oh way back when 
oh way back when 
oh way back when
 

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