Minutes To Memories

<br>On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown<br>He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line<br>He looked at the young man who was riding beside him<br>He said I`m old kind of worn out inside<br>I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary<br>And my father before me I helped build this land<br>Now I`m seventy-seven and with God as my witness<br>I earned every dollar that passed through my hands<br> My family and friends are the best thing I`ve known<br> Through the eye of the needle I`ll carry them home<br>CHORUS<br> Days turn to minutes<br> And minutes to memories<br> Life sweeps away the dreams<br> That we have planned<br> You are young and you are the future<br> So suck it up and tough it out<br> And be the best you can<br>The rain hit the old dog in the twilight`s last gleaming<br>He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones<br>This highway is long but I know some that are longer<br>By sunup tomorrow I guess I`ll be home<br>Through the hills of Kentucky `cross the Ohio river<br>The old man kept talking `bout his life and his times<br>He fell asleep with his head against the window<br>He said an honest man`s pillow is his peace of mind<br> This world offers riches and riches will grow wings<br> I don`t take stock in those uncertain things<br>CHORUS<br><br>The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to follow<br>I do things my way and I pay a high price<br>When I think back on the old man and the bus ride<br>Now that I`m older I can see he was right<br><br>Another hot one out on highway eleven<br>This is my life It`s what I`ve chosen to do<br>There are no free rides No one said it`d be easy<br>The old man told me this my son i`m telling it to you<br><br>CHORUS