Joshua was an old man his beard like mountain snow and when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions I'd sneak off to old Sharptop with my guitar I would go when I should have been at school learnin' my lesson and I'd sip a little moonshine and I'd smoke a corncob pipe and we'd pick all day until our fingers bled and right around supper time I'd run home in the night just in time to get a whippin' from my Dad oh way back when he was 65 and I was 10 and I will never be as free again oh way back when the summer flew by quickly and Josh and I spent out time writing words to songs from memories of his past he'd tell me bout the way it was and I'd find the perfect rhyme and I couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast I never knew an old man could be so full of life the love we had was so hard to explain and I remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife and I'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain oh way back when he was 65 and I was 10 and I will never be as free again oh way back when and then in late November I knocked on his cabin dor I knocked and knocked but Joshua never came and I still remember how he layed there on the floor and I went home cryin' in the rain oh way back when he was 65 and I was 10 and I will never be as free again oh way back when oh way back when oh way back when