Tradin' In

The old sun slides
Across the Northern sky
Mile stones marking ends
The lessons were long
And the falls were always hard
But I’d go back to start it all again

Tradin’ in ----
Tradin’ in ----
Thinking about trading in
To the Salvation Army store
With the clothes that cease to fit my form
I’m gathering up for trading in

And these hands they have served
To get the days work done
In idle times they made the Devil’s friend
And the skills that they have honed
Still have some marks to go
If I could just make them new again

(Chorus)

Now I’m riding out
But I’m looking in
Thinking about trading in
I’m riding out
But I’m looking in
Thinking about trading in

Now in this little town
I’ve laid my burden down
Though the longing still rises now and then
Beneath that church steeple that stands
High above the land
Above the saints, the sinners, and both their sin

(Chorus)