'fore the Fall

‘Fore the Fall... the hat was all dusty; the old truck was rusty the boots battered with life the wrinkles were wise, alongside the eyes of the man that walked in so slow…. he sang a song about lost love, a song about good love a song about no love at all he sang a song about whiskey, and getting all frisky and the time that comes ‘fore the fall the guitar was ringing along with his singing his brown eyes seemed so far away was he thinking of times, or losing his mind only he and his memories could say the hat was all dusty; the old truck was rusty the boots battered with life the wrinkles were wise, alongside the eyes of the man that played the guitar so slow….