At My Post-Grandaddy

Branches waving madly in the air Waving 'round like they don't even care Last time I considered leaving here The roads caught fire and I drank all our beer Out here at my post, I've learned a lot I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot There's more atm's with air conditioning Then there are birds on the wing Out here at my post, I've learned a few things Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream And the way that you were ain't the way that you will always be Please believe me Branches wave and ask for change to spare Once I did but now I barely care Last time I considered leavin' town Something dumb came up and I turned around Out here at my post, I've learned a lot I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot There's more atm's with air conditioning Then there are birds on the wing Out here at my post, I've learned a few things Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream And the way that you were ain't the way that you will always be Please believe me Out here at my post