There was a field of bamboo trees
Behind the house down by the creek
And the summers there got so hot
There were swarms of mosquitos
Around that old wood dock
But that field was all cut down
Oh, I ain't been back there since I left town
And that dark has all but washed away
Just a crude reminder of what it was yesterday
It was there that I first learned to shoot
I steadied my aim
Pulled the trigger of that old .22
I learned to build things made from scrap wood
With hammer and nails
I did what I could to be just like you
But I sold those guns and bought a car
I don't have nowhere to shoot them
I don't have a backyard
And I don't build much anymore
I spend all my time workin'
Buy what I need at the store
Ain't it funny how memories can feel
Ain't it strange what time can steal
There ain't one thing good
About being on the bad end of a deal
Like getting memories in place
Of something that was real
Ain't it funny how things can change
Ain't it strange what comes with age
There ain't nothing good about getting old
And going grey
And losing dear friends along the way