Nothin' to It (3:40)

It was the smell of a summer's afternoon, Sunday dinner almost done it wasn't much. There really wasn't nothing to it. Breakfast, church, and then a chicken fry, couldn't wait for the cherry pie, it wasn't much. It's just the way she liked to do it.

It was the way that he walked a piece of ground, he would never swear, he would never smile, it wasn't much. It's just the way he liked to do it. He never like to go to town, he'd just work all day 'til the sun went down, it wasn't much. It's just the way he liked to do it.

Daddy used to do it like that. Daddy used to do it like that. It wasn't much. It's just the way he liked to do it.

Well they've both been dead and gone for years, bought the farm back in '45. It wasn't much. There really wasn't nothing to it. When you've lived so good that you don't grow old, you just dissappear God ol' rest your soul. It isn't much, that's how I'm gonna do it.

Mama used to do it like that. Daddy used to do it like that.
It wasn't much. It's just the way they liked to do it.

Mama used to do it like that. Daddy used to do it like that.
Mama used to do it like that. Daddy used to do it like that.
It wasn't much. That's how I'm gonna do it.