Bamboo Lyrics

It was field of bamboo trees
Behind the house down by the creek

And the summer there got so hot
There were swarms of mosquitos
Around that old wood dock

But that field was all cut down
Oh, I akin back there
Since I left town

And that dark house
All but washed away
Just a crude reminder
Of what it was yesterday

It was there that
I first learnt to shoot
I steadied my aim
Pulled the trigger of that old 202

I learnt to build things made of scrap wood
With hammer and nails I did I could
To be just like you

But 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 time working
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 and overdeal
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