V E R S E 1

I remember as a kid how this country felt so right

riding my bike on hot summer nights

Ice cream and popsicles, TV glowing soft and low

Mom and Dad laughing with us, in the only world we’d ever know

weekend family gatherings, Sundays full of grace

Picnics on Sunday, every smiling face

Holiday parades marching by, Mom and Dad holding our hands

Flag waving high with that feeling of love and pride across the land

C H O R U S

Getting on in years, things change, we grow older

loved ones pass, life gets harder, but somehow we go on

Still I can feel the grass underneath my feet

I still hear Dad calling me in to eat

Mom putting supper on the table

That warm feeling that we lived for each other

and the ol’ red, white and blue

V E R S E 2

We try to make our own way, do the best we can

sometimes we disappoint, don’t mean to, but it happens

Kathryn, the love of my life, my rock, my best friend

All the good times we shared, even though you’re gone

I can still feel your fingers holding tight in mine

Lord, don’t ever let go - I need you more than ever this time

This country keeps changing, moving way too fast

but that feeling of love and pride is still there….it’s just harder to find

CHORUS

Getting on in years, things change, we grow older

Loved ones pass, life gets harder, but somehow we go on

still I can feel the grass underneath my feet

I still hear Kathryn calling me in to eat

My wife putting supper on the table

that warm feeling that we lived for each other

and the ol red, white, and blue

V E R S E 3

This country keeps changing, Lord, we have for the better

we’re riding through life like space cowboys in stormy weather

Wars waged in Your name, but I know that’s not Your way

bring back the days when we were humble at heart

when life was simple, honest, and true

when Mom and Dad could make most anything right

Kathryn…take care of Dad for me tonight

O U T R O

Getting on in years, things change, we lose the ones we love

but I can still feel the grass underneath my feet

I still hear my Dad calling me in to eat

I still feel my wife’s fingers holding tight in mine

Our babies’ first cry, their laughter running wild

The sound of little footsteps playing in the yard

Old Glory snapping in the wind…

Lord, Jesus, forgive me of my sins

And show this old man the way home

Show me the way home.