There was a field of bamboo trees Behind the house down by the creek And the summers there got so hot There were swarms of mosquitos Around that old wood dock But that field was all cut down Oh, I ain't been back there since I left town And that dark has all but washed away Just a crude reminder of what it was yesterday It was there that I first learned to shoot I steadied my aim Pulled the trigger of that old .22 I learned to build things made from scrap wood With hammer and nails I did what I could to be just like you But I sold those guns and bought a car I don't have nowhere to shoot them I don't have a backyard And I don't build much anymore I spend all my time workin' Buy what I need at the store Ain't it funny how memories can feel Ain't it strange what time can steal There ain't one thing good About being on the bad end of a deal Like getting memories in place Of something that was real Ain't it funny how things can change Ain't it strange what comes with age There ain't nothing good about getting old And going grey And losing dear friends along the way