traveling back down this well tread road
from whence i long ago came
many a memory now flooded
my mind and heart the same
the path a little more worn
and the trees a tad bit taller
but all in all not much had changed
down there in boones creek holler
the mill was still puttin’ out
and mr. marshocks still served ‘em cold
’bout the only thing changed at all was me
the town of my youth now saw me growing old
time hadn’t reached boones creek yet
maybe i brought it with me today somehow
something inside hoped i hadn’t
the town that time had forgotten…’til now