Time Marches On Tracy Lawrence

Sister cries out from her baby bed Brother runs in, feathers on his head Mama’s in her room, learnin’ how to sew Daddy’s drinkin’ beer, listenin’ to the radio Hank Williams sings “Kaw-Liga” and “Dear John” Time marches on, time marches on Now sister’s usin’ rouge and clear complexion soap Brother’s wearin’ beads and he smokes a lot of dope Mama is depressed, barely makes a sound Daddy’s got a girlfriend in another town Bob Dylan sings “Like a Rolling Stone” And time marches on, time marches on The South moves north, the North moves south A star is born, a star burns out The only thing that stays the same is Everything changes, everything changes Now sister calls herself a sexy grandma Brother’s on a diet for high cholesterol Mama’s out of touch with reality Daddy’s in the ground beneath the maple tree As the angels sing an old Hank Williams song Time marches on, time marches on Time marches on, time marches on Yeah, time marches on, time marches on