Old Men & Rain Songtext
von Josh Abbott Band

Grandpa never sets an alarm
He′s up before the moon starts sleeping
Put his pearl snap shirt and his Wranglers on
He was shuffling across the kitchen

Yeah, and once a week, usually on Wednesday
He meets his buddies at the local cafe
Now and then, he lets me tag along
And I do all the listening

They don't talk about politics
Banking or religion
And it′s better not to dwell on who
Is dying and not living

From droughts to wars
They've for sure
Seen their share of pain
And that's why old men sit around
And talk about the rain


Went broke farming in ′63
Watched Kennedy die the same year on TV
His wife′s been sick, but he prays all he can
Tries to give the good Lord what he don't understand
He could bring it all up, but there ain′t no reason he would
When there's lives to be had and the coffee is good

They don′t talk about politics
Banking or religion
And it's better not to dwell on who
Is dying and not living

From droughts to wars
They′ve for sure
Seen their share of pain
And that's why old men sit around
And talk about the rain

And one of these days
He won't be around
It′ll be me on Wednesdays
Still going down

Where they don′t talk about politics
Banking or religion
And it's better not to dwell on who
Is dying and not living


From droughts to wars
They′ve for sure
Seen their share of pain
And that's why old men sit around
And talk about the rain