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Shut off the TV and peel off those Sunday gloves |
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And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting |
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Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today |
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After forty years of toil he just up and walked away |
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Fantastic the panic that shown in his eyes |
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He shrugged when I asked him about it |
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He said, "Young man pay heed, you listen well to what I say |
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Now there comes a time for a man to walk away" |
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Walk away, I'll be a parade |
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(Walk away) |
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And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way |
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I'll sure take my sweet time and burn all the bridges that I'm leavin' behind |
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He passed by again and he was shivering from cold |
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I'm not sure but I think that he was trying |
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He told me about the weather and something old to pay |
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But tomorrow, he said "I'm gonna surely walk away" |
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Walk away, I'll be a parade |
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(Walk away) |
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And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way |
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I'll take my sweet time and burn all the bridges that I'm leavin' behind |
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(Walk away) |
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Walk away, I'll be a parade |
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And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade |
