The Old Kelly Place Songtext
von Walter Brennan

I guess there was a time I could have left this old place
As a young man I longed to see more than fields of corn
I remember once I had a hundred dollars saved
But dad needed it to put it on this old farm

He used to say, "Son, you got to put down roots
Like I had done and the Kelly′s before me"
He'd pick up a handful of that wore out dirt
And now I knowed I was in for this familiar old story

You know that 40 acres we got in corn this year
Your great-granddaddy cleared that land
With two big mules and sweat with tears
And a good woman who lend him a hand


And when he give out before his time
Then boys of his had land of their own
So you see all of this that I call mine
Is more in the neighborhood of just a loan

From father to son, through a hundred years
For generations still unknown
Every Kelly passin′ through this way will know this place as home

Yet dad had a way of tellin' that story
It sorta kept me a-lingerin' on
While all my younger brothers drifted away one by one
But I couldn′t leave him alone

And today, when that oldest son of mine
Got to talkin′ about places he longed to see
I told him once again that old, familiar story
Just the way it was told to me

From father to son, through a hundred years
For generations still unknown
Every Kelly passin' through this way will know this place as home