Old timer went to the river bed
Like everyday since his old lady been dead
He's not so much young anymore
But he hopes that one, he'll find god's golden shore
He unpacked his mule then he looked at the flood
Holding the buckets, he shakes
It's not even noon but the sun's boiling his blood
As he roll up his pants past his waists
Standing in the water, he dream of the land
That he'll buy for himself if he search out the sands
But this has been goin' on for twenty odd years
And he's planning doin' it 'till he found out the reel
Drown your buckets another day
Maybe this time you'll get gold
Way out in the water, you'll be okay
You don't have much time, you are old
In the afternoon, so hard he tries
Eating beans with a spoon, he never cries
Now the break is over, time to get to work
Maybe then before the moon the river will burst
He felt like a boost and he gave his best shot
Double the work with god's hand
The bucket just flew when he found out the rock
Who was glowing in the sands
His screams filled the entire canyons
Even the wild coyote heard his canons
But two rascals heard it too
Hey watch out old timer, they're comin' for you
He was still jumping when they shot him in the back
Taking the gold from the man
And way out in the water the river turns red
On his face was still a smile
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020