Rock Away The Time
© 2002, words & music by Mary Lou Sweeney
Heading east on the West Kentucky Parkway
With a tear in my eye
Leaving Glenville used to be so easy in my youth
But now there’s no one left to leave and those old gray clouds fill the sky
And the thunder’s rolling out across the cornfields
The wind howls through the cracked gray wood of the old tobacco barn
The leaves rustle down in the graveyard
As the old folks sit and rock away the time
Momma headed east to find her fortune
Settled down in Washington, D.C.
She called Grandpa every single Sunday afternoon
But the pain of leaving him out there was always plain to see
And the thunder’s rolling out across the cornfields
The wind howls through the cracked gray wood of the old tobacco barn
The leaves rustle down in the graveyard
As the old folks sit and rock away the time
Sometimes I just have to go back to it
Even if it’s only in my mind
The farm house shelters possums now but I can still recall
The Sunday dinners we all shared
The home-grown country smiles
And the thunder’s rolling out across the cornfields
The wind howls through the cracked gray wood of the old tobacco barn
The leaves rustle down in the graveyard
As the old folks sit and rock away the time
As the old folks sit and rock away the time
As the old folks sit and rock away the time