There's a little boy spud and his name is bud In the back of a truck on the south side of Lebanon And there's a little girl too with her grandpa And their skipping and hopping and singing as they're rolling on Everybody gets lost sometimes We're all trying just to find our way home Cedar Grove's not far away keep on driving down Tater Peeler Rd. Now Mr. Knowles he's a kind old soul Been livin' round here for most of fifty years He can tell you stories about the way things was And when he does his eyes fill up with tears And he'll tell you this There's a lesson here for me and you And every person under heaven There's a time to die and when we do our skin trapped soul starts livin'
