Looking Back

Life ain't always easy, Can be a bitter pill, But I found when I was young, I could have fun still. We were poor I guess that's true, 'Cause Mama left my dad, And took me to the swamp lands, Where I found life not half bad. Folks out there didn't have much school, Got by on common sense. In fact they looked on city folks, As just a little dense. Mom wasn't understanding, And beat me now and then. I guess she figured that's the way, You keep a child from sin. Grandpa understood me more, And kept her oft at bay. The quiet man laid down the law, And folks heard what he'd say. Our food was what we grew out back, And what our men folk hunted. It wasn't fancy that's for sure, But no one grew up stunted. It taught me to be patient, And wait upon The Lord. It taught me not to live too far, Above what I afford. I learned to love The Lord a lot, Depend upon His Grace. I also learned an honest man, Need never hide his face. I guess I can't complain too much, 'Cause it made me what I am; And taught me to appreciate, And respect my fellow man.