When marriages and trucks don't last
And a John Deere's just a thing of the past
When steel guitars and fiddles fade
I hope I don't live to see that day
When boys stop shaking old man's hands
And don't open doors or say "Yes ma'am"
When no one stands as the anthem plays
I hope I don't live to see that day
Well call me old school
I know it ain't cool
But there's some of us who still believe in that golden rule
There's some things you shouldn't change
And if they go away
I hope I don't live to see that day
When the trees are gone and the fields ain't green
And a hard day's work ain't worth a thing
When no one bows their head to pray
I hope I don't live to see that day
Well call me old school
I know it ain't cool
But there's some of us who still believe in that golden rule
There's some things you shouldn't change
And if they go away
I hope I don't live to see that day
When the last small town boards up its doors
And the little guy don't dream big no more
When there's no more heart in the home of the brave
I hope I don't live to see that day
No, I hope I don't live to see that day