Uploaded April 2015 | Updated September 2026, 41 minutes ago

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LYRICS:

There's a place I go
down an old side road
where the grass grows high
and the sky hangs low.

If you bend your ear
and you steel your soul
you can still hear voices
in the old silo.

The dirt got thirsty
and went hard as coal
and all that was left here
was a dusty bowl.

But not for king or state
not for Irish gold
not for love or money
will I eat no crow.

So let's tie one on
and sing an old-time song
about a lonesome valley
and a love gone wrong.

How much can one man take
and another man owe?
Everything I had was in
the old silo.

Now the walls are buckled,
and the roofline's bowed
and the inside's hollow
as a rich man's soul.

That old weather vein
never did tell a lie;
was the one true thing through
troubled times.

Do not lay me down
in a six foot hole;
let me sleep in the shadow
of the old silo.

And then tie one on
and sing an old-time song
about a lonesome valley
and a love gone wrong.