Only time and perspective can make sense of some of the things that happen in this life— some of the things that are just thrown our way because we live in a fallen world. And time and perspective only come with age and experience. There is no short-cuts, no fast-forward, no Cliff’s Notes. It just takes time— lots of time, to see that not all things are important. This song illustrates that truth.
“Only a few things matter… and stuff ain’t one of them.”
Enjoy and be blessed.
He was standing in the rubble of an old farmhouse outside Birmingham
When some on the scene reporter stuck a camera in the face of that old man
He said “tell the folks please mister, what are you gonna do
Now that this twister has taken all that’s dear to you?”
The old man just smiled and said “boy let me tell you something, this ain’t nothin’
He said I lost my daddy, when I was eight years old,
That cave-in at the Kincaid mine left a big old hole,
And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my left hand
In a no win situation in a place called Vietnam
And last year I watched my loving wife, of fifty years waste away and die
And I held her hand til her heart of gold stopped pumping,
So this ain’t nothin’
He said I learned at an early age,
There’s things that matter and there’s things that don’t
So if you’re waiting here for me to cry,
I hate to disappoint you boy, but I won’t”
Then he reached down in the rubble and picked up a photograph
Wiped the dirt off of it with the hand that he still had
He put it to his lips and said, “Man she was something
But this ain’t nothin’
He said I lost my daddy, when I was eight years old,
That cave-in at the Kincaid mine left a big old hole,
And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my left hand
In a no win situation in a place called Vietnam
And last year I watched my loving wife, of fifty years waste away and die
We were holding hands when her heart of gold stopped pumping
So this ain’t nothin’
This ain’t nothin’ time won’t erase
And this ain’t nothin’ money can’t replace
He said you sit and watch your loving wife fifty years fighting for her life
Then you hold her hand ’til her heart of gold stops pumping
Yeah boy that’s something,
So this ain’t nothin’
