If Only They Could Talk 歌词

Born on a Sunday, died on a Saturday night There's not a man I know, who's had a better life For 82 years, he made his way through the world And I've got the proof, scattered here on the floor Cuff links he wore, the day he wed Standing in that church holding her hand Some spare change in a coffee can A pocket watch, some dog tags, and a gold wedding band And I smile As I sat there and thought What would I hear If only they could talk If only they could talk A lifetime of memories, heartache, love, and tragedy Worn down by the hands of a working man, oh the things they've heard & seen Oh the stories I would hear, if all this came to life Would that saddle tell, of the hell, of driving cattle all those times Or boots worn, so damn hard, he put holes right through the soles Or the hat that blocked the sun & rain, as he watched his children (babies) grow And then I saw it there, next to his old pocket knife The words in red, and duct tape on the spine Inside, the pages, the road map of his life Were there to show the way, and leave the devil far behind