we had an apartment in the city
me and loretta liked living there. well
it'd been years since the kids had grown
a life of their own left us alone. john and linda live in omaha
and joe is somewhere on the road. we lost davy in the korean war
and i still don't know what for
don't matter anymore. ya' know that old trees just grow stronger
and old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day. old people just grow lonesome
waiting for someone to say
hello in there