his beard like mountain snow
and when i was a boy we'd have jam sessions
i'd sneak off to old sharptop
with my guitar i would go
when i should have been at school
and i'd sip a little moonshine
and i'd smoke a corncob pipe
and we'd pick all day until our fingers bled
and right around supper time
i'd run home in the night
just in time to get a whippin' from my dad
and i will never be as free again
the summer flew by quickly
and josh and i spent out time
writing words to songs from memories of his past
he'd tell me bout the way it was
and i'd find the perfect rhyme
and i couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast
the love we had was so hard to explain
and i remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife
and i'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain
and i will never be as free again
and then in late november
i knocked on his cabin dor
i knocked and knocked but joshua never came
how he layed there on the floor
and i went home cryin' in the rain
and i will never be as free again