23 Times leaves have changed their color in my life
Now summer eves wind down
To windy blustery days
Blowing leaves around
My great great grandfather
In 1869 crossed the great divide
To put old troubled days behind and take antietam off his mind
Thinking back on a simpler better day
Picking blushing goldens while his father'd bail the hay
But with storm clouds brewing down in a southward way
The good times couldn't stay
For the first time in his life he left that town
Said his last goodbyes and set his sights down southward-bound
Said we gonna hunt them rebels like a pack of hounds
Lord we gonna bring them down
Rambling down the grand army of the republic highway
I think about our history's darkest days
How we come from ashes and we all will turn to dust
How he lives inside of each and all of us
23 Times I've, top speed, flown circles around the sun
And I aint slowing down