Time Marches On

Sister cries out from her baby bed
Brother runs in feathers on his head
Momma's in her room, learning how to sew
Daddy's drinking beer, listening to the radio
Hank Willams sings "Kaw Liga" and "Dear John"
And time marches on, time marches on

Sister's using rouge and clear complexion soap
Brother's wearing beads and he smokes a lot of dope
Momma is depressed barely makes a sound
Daddy's got a girlfriend in another town
Bob Dylan sings "Like A Rolling Stone"
And time marches on, time marches on

The south moves north, the north moves south
A star is born, a star burns out
The only thing that stays the same
Is everything changes, everything changes

Sister calls herself, "Sexy Grandma"
Brother's on a diet for high cholesterol
Momma's out of touch with reality
Daddy's in the ground, beneath the maple tree
As the angels sing an old Hank Willams song
Time marches on, time marches on
Time marches on, time marches on
Time marches on, time marches on

Tracy Lawrence