Old Folks of Farmersville Songtext
von Tucker Zimmerman

Old timers, gold miners
Witches and midwives
Mothers who′d never seen their faces in a mirror
There was a Jack of all Trades and Sister Sam
The Moonshine Monkeys and the Mystery Man
Who'd ride in on a tall black horse then disappear

They had some good things to say
Those old folks from Farmersville
Father to father
Right down the line
It had nothing to do with Jesus
Or gossip on the grapevine
It was the holiest of religions
Striving to abide


And if you do a good deed
To a stranger in need
Forget it
Forget it right away
And if a stranger does you a good turn
Love it and live it
And never forget it until your dying day

And then there was grandma
"Silence is golden"
And "The more I learn
The less I know, it seems"
Canned peaches, bedtime speeches
Bedtime stories and old-time songs
Her patchwork quilts are filled with dreams

They had some good things to say
Those old folks from Farmersville
Mother to mother
Right down the line
It had nothing to do with Jesus
Or gossip on the grapevine
It was the holiest of religions
Striving to abide