Bob Mould - Compositions For the Young and Old lyrics
[Bob Mould - Compositions For the Young and Old lyrics]
Found a book of interest the other day
Compositions for the young and old to sing
Poems written many years ago
They told of family and hope and other things
Put together in the old days
When fifteen cents, it was a buck
That's when five would get you ten
Before it took you eight just to get you one
Some people, they don't care when they're
Down on their luck
Cheap thrills are awful hard
To find these days no one is amused for free
Someone's pulling on your
Mama's apron strings
You'd better run and see who it is
Playing cards with your neighbors
On the back porch
Singing with an old beat-up guitar
Going to the local swimming hole
Until they closed it down
Now there's nowhere to go
Things used to be so simple, long time ago
Now everything is so
Expensive and complicated
I hear you need a license
For just about anything
Used to be that a handshake was a man's word
Now we settle arguments in court
No one trusts anyone's intentions anymore
Rummaging through the attic when I'm home
It brings back those memories to me
I'd amuse myself when I was small
When I was younger
The simplest things would do
Now I'm on everybody's mailing list
For things I can't afford to buy
I hear the weatherman
He says "It looks like rain for a while"
I guess I'll have to stay inside
Make peanut butter sandwiches and cry
Compositions for the young and old to sing
Poems written many years ago
They told of family and hope and other things
Put together in the old days
When fifteen cents, it was a buck
That's when five would get you ten
Before it took you eight just to get you one
Some people, they don't care when they're
Down on their luck
Cheap thrills are awful hard
To find these days no one is amused for free
Someone's pulling on your
Mama's apron strings
You'd better run and see who it is
Playing cards with your neighbors
On the back porch
Singing with an old beat-up guitar
Going to the local swimming hole
Until they closed it down
Now there's nowhere to go
Things used to be so simple, long time ago
Now everything is so
Expensive and complicated
I hear you need a license
For just about anything
Used to be that a handshake was a man's word
Now we settle arguments in court
No one trusts anyone's intentions anymore
Rummaging through the attic when I'm home
It brings back those memories to me
I'd amuse myself when I was small
When I was younger
The simplest things would do
Now I'm on everybody's mailing list
For things I can't afford to buy
I hear the weatherman
He says "It looks like rain for a while"
I guess I'll have to stay inside
Make peanut butter sandwiches and cry