I don't wanna say sorry For all the things i haven't done I just wanna go back To the way things were always done With a hand held out to shake And a word unbreakable And a gaze straight as the miles That cut the dirt Grandma, i wanna go back To the way things were always done When you'd come down to find Your man working the ground With his hand held to the plow And his back unbreakable And his word as good as the gold They found in those hills But i'm not gonna go I'm not gonna go Back to the world i never knew So tell me all your stories About the way things were always done Back before you knew me And the world it maybe seemed young Before your hands shook so much And your voice so breakable And your back bent Lower than the willow by the woods Because my handshake don't mean enough And my word is breakable And my back feels bent Lower than than the willow by the woods Than the willow