Lyrics: Greg Brown. Worrisome Years.

And the worrisome years-over the hill
I thoght it's supposed to get easier to pay your bills
I got nothing to show but a worrisome heart
Can ya please tell me-when does the good part start?

I done like they told me, I done like I should
Ever since I started, I's trying to make good
Trying to make a good life for my family
But I can't buy any stuff the kids want from TV

I think about leaving-but where would I go?
How would I get there? I don't know
I took my stand here-I don't want to roam
This old town ain't much but it's all I know of home

I look at Cheryl-she looks at me
We don't talk no more about our dreams
We don't have no fun the way we used to do
Don't be disappointed in me baby
I ain't disappointed in you

And the worrisome years-over the hill
I thoght it's supposed to get easier to pay your bills
I got nothing to show but a worrisome heart
Can ya please tell me-when does the good part start?