Verse I:
When marriages and trucks don t last,
and John Deere s just a thing of the past
When steel guitars and fiddles fade...
I hope I don t live to see that day.
When boy s stop shakin old mens hands,
don t open doors or say yes ma am.
When no one stands as the anthem plays...
I hope I don t live to see that day.
Chorus:
So just call me old school, I know it ain t cool.
But there s some of us that still believe in that golden rule.
There s some things you shouldn t change, and if they go away...
I hope I don t live to see that day.
Verse II:
When tree s are gone and fields ain t green,
A hard day s work ain t worth a thing.
When no one bows their head to pray...
I hope I don t live to see that day.
Chorus
Verse III:
When the last small town boards up its doors,
and the old men don t drink beer no more.
When there s no more heart in the home of the brave...
I hope I don t live to see that day,
I hope I don t live to see that day.