The Hey Boys Lyrics & Chords By Herb Pedersen

Dillard-Jayne-H. Pedersen-Webb

When I was young and lived along the Merrimac
and washed in the river when the water ran clean,
waited for the day I could buy me a Cadillac
and see a lot of things that I never have seen.

Went to the city and I got a little older
and I got a little smarter and I learned good sense,
went back home and I married me a woman,
got a corn land bottom and a barbed wire fence.

Hey boys, I think I'm gettin' old,
sittin' by the fire when the weather gets cold.
Don't care, down around the farm,
and another little drink won't do us any harm.

Hard times, made a little moonshine,
never done that in my life before,
catched up with the news in the winter time,
sittin' on a barrel in the country store.

Hey boys, I think I'm gettin' old,
sittin' by the fire when the weather gets cold.
Don't care, down around the farm,
and another little drink won't do us any harm

Rear back, talk about your politics,
fight about religion and worry about war,
I'll sit, a-spittin' in the fireplace,
pour a little cider when your throat gets sore.

Hey boys, I think I'm gettin' old,
sittin' by the fire when the weather gets cold.
Don't care, down around the farm,
and another little taste won't do us any harm

Hey boys... hey boys... hey boys... hey boys,
I think I'm gettin old