Father Thompson
Hands like rocks
Pushed his plow 'til the light
Of the day slipped behind the treetops
But he don't worry about
Where he's not
'Cuz he knows he gonna drive
The plow home to his babies playin' in the yard
And even on his worst days
The song remains the same 'cuz he could be

Diggin' in a ditch in the blisterin' Georgia sun
Wishin' he was singin' his songs to everyone his
Hands are tired his body aches
But it's not the what or the when
Or the where that matters
It's the who do we got to fill the ranks around us it's
Why we are here in the first place
I know that the how of a great life lived is
Good Company

18 and overseas in 44
Trench foot frostbite bullets whippin' by
Knockin' down heaven's door but they're
Playin' gin rummy in their
Foxholes thinkin'
Well I could die any minute but at least I won't die alone
And even in the darkest hour
A little light shines from the tower cuz he could be

Sittin' in a ditch in the blisterin' winter cold
wonderin' if he's ever gonna make it home his
Hands are tired his body aches
But it's not the what or the when
Or the where that matters
It's the who do we got to fill the ranks around us it's
Why we are here in the first place
I know that the how of a great life lived is
Good Company

Good Company
Are the beams
And the nails
And the seams

Years have faded
His daughters grown
Wife been gone for a few years now
God rest her soul and he's
Lookin' over his
Fields of gold got
Hank the Hound layin' down
By his feet gnawin' on a dear bone
And though the faces come and go
That melody don't change its notes 'cuz he could be

Sit-in' on the porch back and forth in the rocking chair
Legs barely work thank God he's still got his hands
To play for the people walking by
It's not the what or the when
Or the where that matters
It's the who do we got to fill the ranks around us it's
Why we are here in the first place
I know that the how of a great life lived
Oh the how of a great life lived
Oh the how of a great life lived is
Good Company