Walter Brennan - The Old Kelly Place lyrics

I guess there was a time I could have left this old place

As a young man I longed to see more than fields of corn

I remember once I had a hundred dollars saved

But dad needed it to put in this old farm.

He used to say son you got to put down roots

Just like I done and the Kelly's before me

He'd pick up a handful of that wore out dirty

And I knowed I was in for this familiar old story.

You know that forty acres we got in corn this year

Your great grand daddy cleared that land

With two big mules and sweat and tears

And a good woman who lent him a hand.

And when he give out before his time

Them boys of his hand land of their own

So you see all of this that I call mine

Is more in the neighborhood of just a loan.

From father to son through a hundred years

For generations still unknown

Every Kelly passin' through this way

Will know this place as home.

Yet dad had a way of tellin' that story

Sorta kept me a-lingerin' on

While all my younger brothers drifted away one by one

But I couldn't leave him alone.

And today when that oldest son of mine

Got to talkin' about places he longed to see

I told him once again that old familiar story

Just the way it was told to me.

From father to son through a hundred years

For generations still unknown

Every Kelly passin' through this way

Will know this place as home...