Lyrics
It was back in 1983
Growing up had come to me
Freedom gave in a little bit to girls
The smell of hay was on the wind
The day’s last scow was coming in
We thought we were sitting on top of the world
Your sister was on the seat
Of the old Ford Jubilee
And we’d all climb up on the load
Lord won’t you take me down the old wharf road
Trooper was still raising hell
We had smoking tires on a blue Chevelle
Moosehead cut the sweat of those dog days
I mowed lawns by day, we were kings at night
Cat and mouse in the Mounties’ lights
September’s gonna take it all away
There’s a burger on the grill
A stick on the windowsill
To let the breeze and sound of bullfrogs flow
Lord won’t you take me down the old wharf road
Growing up that way
It’s road salt on an August day
When it melts it keep down the dust
You and I both moved away
The store’s long gone, all those separate ways
The brush has closed in on the railway lane
But the smell of hay’s still on the wind
The day’s last scow was coming in
In the best ways not much of it has changed
Your sister was on the seat
Of the old Ford Jubilee
And we’d all climb up on the load
Lord won’t you take me down the old wharf road