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| Joshua was an old man |
| his beard like mountain snow |
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| and when | I was a boy we'd have jam ses | sions |
| I'd sneak off to old Sharptop |
| with my guitar I would go |
| A | |
| when I | should have been at school |
| E | |
| learnin' my | lessons |
| B | |
| and he'd | sip a little moonshine |
| A | |
| and I'd | smoke a corncob pipe |
| B | A | |
| and we'd | pick all day until our fingers | bled |
| B | |
| and | right around supper time |
| A | |
| I'd | run home in the night |
| B | A | E | |
| just in time to get a whippin' from my | Dad |
| my friend joshua tells me |
| that picking wont pay the rent |
| well i set out to prove him wrong in time |
| I dont guess i can recall |
| all the hours that i spent |
| just beating on that old black top of mine |
| me and my friend joshua lord |
| we must have played them all |
| and i got to where i could put the old man to shame |
| i dont guess it ever seemed to bother josh at all |
| he still loved to pick 'em just the same |
| E | A | |
| oh way | back when |
| E | A | |
| he was | 65 and I was 10 |
| E | A | |
| and I will never b | e as free again |
| E | A | E | |
| oh way | back when |
| the summer flew by quickly |
| and Josh and I spent our time |
| writing words to songs from memories of his past |
| he'd tell me bout the way it was |
| and I'd find the perfect rhyme |
| and I couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast |
| I never knew an old man |
| could be so full of life |
| the love we had was so hard to explain |
| and I remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife |
| and I'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain |
| oh way back when |
| he was 65 and I was 10 |
| and I will never be as free again |
| oh way back when |
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| and then in late November |
| I knocked on his cabin door |
| I knocked and knocked but Joshua never came |
| and I still remember |
| how he layed there on the floor |
| and I went home a-cryin' in the rain |
| oh way back when |
| he was 65 and I was 10 |
| and I will never be as free again |
| oh way back when |
| oh way back when |
| oh way back when |