It Just Seems

Hate to say it But I’ve got to admit Sometimes I look around And I just don’t get it Don’t know where it was or when But somewhere down the road We seem to have lost our way Used to be Father’s stood firm Right alongside Mother’s To keep families strong Didn’t seem to be as many questions About what was right or wrong Used to be when a man Looked in the mirror He looked there straight Just like he spoke Now there seems to be A lot more mirrors filled with smoke Don’t know, maybe it’s just The small town in me But I just can’t see This new enlightenment People throw about In my backwoods way It just seems like throwing out right So they can do no wrong They say the last forty years Have brought us so far True or not One thing can’t be denied Lost somewhere in those forty years Were the hard fought values And lessons learned Of nearly two hundred years