With silver studs a-shining on a leather jacket,
Burning in the heat of the midday sun,
He brought his motorcycle to a stop by the old man,
Thinking he would have some fun;
He said, "Hi, Pop! I can see what you're doing,
And it sure looks boring to me.
Don't you wish you were young again,
Riding on a motorcycle, footloose and fancy free?"
The old man hammered in a few more nails,
And then he leaned on the fence and he grinned;
Wiped the sweat away from his shiny head,
With a trembling, time-worn hand.
He said, now son, I can tell what I'm doing,
To you it really makes no sense;
So, I'll try and explain what it means to me,
To be nailing pailings on my fence, boy,
Nailing pailings on my fence.
I'm nailing pailings on my fence, son,
Just nailing pailings on my fence;
I moved in here in my twenty-first year,
And I've been here ever since.
Now the only thing I want in this whole wide world,
Is to leave it feeling content;
And if I died right now I'd die a happy man,
Nailing pailings on my fence, son,
Nailing pailings on my fence.
He said. this fence runs around the house,
That was built by me and my friends;
And the woman I married through its gates I carried,
The first day we moved in.
And the children we brought into the world it sheltered,
Whenever they went out to play;
And over it we still chat with our neighbours,
At the end of every day.
Now the kids are all grown and have children of their own,
And that's the way that life should be;
And it's a hustle and a bustle and fun and laughter,
When they visit their grandma and me.
And every evening after school they stop by,
To give their old grandpa a kiss;
And it makes my heart almost burst with joy,
As I go nailing pailings on my fence, boy,
Nailing pailings on my fence.
I'm nailing pailings on my fence, son,
Just nailing pailings on my fence;
I moved in here in my twenty-first year,
And I've been here ever since.
Now the only thing I want in this whole wide world,
Is to leave it feeling content;
And if I died right now I'd die a happy man,
Nailing pailings on my fence, son,
Nailing pailings on my fence.
He said, son, when you're old will you have one good friend,
To help you pass the time away?
Or the laughter of children or the love of a woman,
To be there until your dying day?
Will you have a home or will you be alone,
Just wondering where the years all went?
And will you think back to the time you saw an old man,
Nailing pailings on a fence, son,
Nailing pailings on a fence?
I'm nailing pailings on my fence, boy,
Just nailing pailings on my fence;
I moved in here in my twenty-first year,
And I've been here ever since.
Now the only thing I want in this whole wide world,
Is to leave it feeling content;
And if I died right now I'd die a happy man,
[fade] Nailing pailings on my fence, son,
Nailing pailings on my fence.