[Verse 1]

The old dusty road led to our farm,
in Louisiana where I was born.
We moved back home when I was four,
Arrived on a train that goes no more.

[Verse 2]

Papa Brown was there to pick us up,
In a mule-drawn wagon, not a truck.
Me and my sister, my mom and my aunt,
Daddy wanted to come, but said “I can’t.”

[Verse 3]

He stayed in KC for a little bit,
To pack us up and complete his stint.
His boss man wanted him to stay,
But he was going home to die, on another day.

[Chorus]

Life has turning points, some few, some plenty,
One wrong decision can affect so many.
You never know what lies ahead,
One minute you’re living, the next you’re dead.

[Verse 4]

While farm life agreed to all of us,
My Dad’s career had lost its lust.
But while we struggled like most people do,
Life on the farm built the best of you.

[Verse 5]

Whether milking cows or shelling peas,
or picking pecanscrawling on our knees,
Every day on the farm brought something new,
You never got up with nothing to do.

[Verse 6]

When the sun beat down as hot as hell,
We’d pull a bucket of water from our well,
Lie under the shade of 100-year trees,
Napping to the sound of honeybees.

[Chorus]

Life has turning points, some few, some plenty,
One wrong decision can affect so many.
You never know what lies ahead,
One minute you’re living, the next you’re dead.

[Verse 7]

The sting of hay on my neck and arms,
Bailing grass for neighboring farms.
The rash and itch from shucking corn,
These are the memories I still scorn.

[Verse 8]

But birthing puppies and training calves,
Riding bucking horses just for laughs,
Building Army forts from dead pine straw,
Formed the memories I still share and draw.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Bridge]

Daddy never found what he was searching for,
When he left the city, he closed that door.
But my sister and I have done fine in the city,
Living how Papa taught us, with nothing to pity.

[Chorus]

Life has turning points, some few, some plenty,
One wrong decision can affect so many.
You never know what lies ahead,
One minute you’re living, the next you’re dead.

Oh yeahhhh, ooooohhhhhhyeahhhh,
Life has turning points, some few, some plenty,
One wrong decision can affect so many.
You never know what lies ahead,
One minute you’re living, the next you’re dead.

One minute you’re living, the next you’re dead.

(One minute you’re living, the next you’re dead.)

Copyright July 21, 2025, by Stephen Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved