THE OLD
PATHS
I liked the old paths,
When moms were at
home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!
Crime did not pay; Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.
Moms could cook; Dads would work;
Children would behave.
Husbands were loving; Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.
Women wore the jewelry; And Men wore the
pants.
Women looked like ladies; Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.
People loved the truth, And hated a
lie.
They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!
Hymns sounded Godly; Sermons sounded
helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal; And crying sounded sincere.
Cursing was wicked; Drugs were for
illness.
The flag was honored; America was
beautiful;
And God was welcome!
We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house.
To be called an American was worth dying
for;
To be called an American was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!
I still like the old paths the best!
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!
And people knew the difference.
Children would behave.
Husbands were loving; Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.
Women looked like ladies; Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.
They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!
Rejoicing sounded normal; And crying sounded sincere.
And God was welcome!
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house.
To be called an American was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!
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