[Verse 1] Come sit a spell beside me, son, The supper dishes can wait. This old head didn’t turn to silver In a single night or day. Each line came home from somewhere, Each one took its time; Some were left by hard goodbyes, Some by doing what was right. [Chorus] Every grey streak has a story, Every white thread knows my name. Some were earned in losing, Some were earned by staying the same. I wouldn’t trade the miles behind me For a road without its bends; These grey streaks are the quiet proof I stood back up again. [Verse 2] There’s one above my left eye From the winter we lost the farm; Your grandma kept the kettle on And held the babies in her arms. There’s one that came the morning I first heard your mother laugh; A little silver for the joy, A little for the years that passed. [Chorus] Every grey streak has a story, Every white thread knows my name. Some were earned in losing, Some were earned by staying the same. I wouldn’t trade the miles behind me For a road without its bends; These grey streaks are the quiet proof I stood back up again. [Bridge] Don’t call a scar a failure, Don’t call a slow road wrong. A heart can bend and still keep time Long after it’s been strong. When your own hair starts changing, Let it tell you what it can: You were here, you loved, you carried on— That’s the measure of a man. [Final Chorus] Every grey streak has a story, Every white thread knows my name. Some were earned in losing, Some were earned by loving through the pain. I wouldn’t trade the miles behind me For a road without its bends; These grey streaks are the quiet proof I stood back up again. [Outro] So sit a spell beside me, son, There’s time before the day ends.
