Well back in the day when I was just a little boy
I used to sit and listen to my dad
He and Uncle Bradley they was pickin' by the creek
And those are the best times I've ever had

I'm goin' back to the Old Stony
With nothing but this old flat-top guitar
I'm going back to Barkus, where the smoke gets in your eyes
And from there, I will never wander far

Now don't you let him catch you throwin' rocks in the creek
This is his great-great-grandfather's land
[?], and he was seeing double vision
On his tractor, pulling trailers down

I'm goin' back to the Old Stony
With nothing but this old flat-top guitar
I'm going back to Barkus, wherе the smoke gets in your еyes
And from there, I will never wander far

My daddy's Martin barkin' like a dog through the woods
That master tone was ringin' through the pines
Meet me at the creek, grab a beer and tap your feet
To that good ol' bluegrass music every night

I'm goin' back to the Old Stony
With nothing but this old flat-top guitar
I'm going back to Barkus, where the smoke gets in your eyes
And from there, I will never wander far
I'm goin' back to the Old Stony
With nothing but this old flat-top guitar
I'm going back to Barkus, where the smoke gets in your eyes
And from there, I will never wander far

Yes, I'm going back to Barkus, where the smoke gets in your eyes
And from there, I will never wander far