Pulled up a chair next to grandpa
He said, "son what's on your mind?"
"This old bent world needs unbending
And I can't seem to survive."
"About this old world, I can't do much,
But here's a piece of advice."
He said, "You can't run away from the wind;
The gates of hell are bound to catch you in the end
Just remember at the end of the day
Every good man's heart and feet
Are made of clay."
Spent his whole life in a fight with the dirt
And in the end it won
Busted knuckles and a broken back
Were his payment in full
To keep from crying now I just laugh
When I think of his words
He said, "You can't run away from the wind;
The gates of hell are bound to catch you in the end
Just remember at the end of the day
Every good man's heart and feet
Are made of clay."
He said, "You can't run away from the wind;
The gates of hell are bound to catch you in the end
Just remember at the end of the day
Every good man's heart and feet
Are made of clay."
