{"id":3291,"date":"2010-12-01T00:01:01","date_gmt":"2010-12-01T05:01:01","guid":{"rendered":"\/nashvillereview\/?p=3291"},"modified":"2015-03-25T16:08:23","modified_gmt":"2015-03-25T22:08:23","slug":"time-flies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/3291","title":{"rendered":"Bobby Braddock"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6>Time Flies<\/h6>\n<p><em>When you&#8217;re eight years old<br \/>\nFour years is half of your life<br \/>\nWhen you&#8217;re forty years old it&#8217;s only ten percent<br \/>\nSo each year seems to pass<br \/>\nFaster than the last<br \/>\nAnd we all sit and wonder where the time went<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Time flies like a feather in the wind<br \/>\nTime flies like a train around the bend<br \/>\nTime flies like it&#8217;s speeding down the track<br \/>\nWith a clickety-clack<br \/>\nAnd it&#8217;s never coming back<br \/>\nTime flies<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>So you think you know what you want to do with your life<br \/>\nYou say there&#8217;s time to do what you want to do<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t you know that time&#8217;s a thief<br \/>\nA liar and a cheat<br \/>\nAnd it&#8217;s not sittin&#8217; &#8217;round patiently waiting for you<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Time flies like a little paper kite<br \/>\nTime flies like a transatlantic flight<br \/>\nTime flies a little faster every year<br \/>\nAnd you hold each moment near<br \/>\nThen you watch it disappear<br \/>\nAs time flies<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And now you wish that someone was holding you tight<br \/>\nSo where are all those young girls you once knew<br \/>\nAnd who&#8217;s that poor old man<br \/>\nWith the shaky hand<br \/>\nStanding in the mirror, looking back and waving at you<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Time flies like an eagle in the sun<br \/>\nTime flies like a bullet from a gun<br \/>\nTime flies, speeding through the darkest night<br \/>\nCompletely out of sight<br \/>\nAnd heading for the light<br \/>\nTime flies<\/em><\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/2540\">Bobby Braddock<\/a><\/h6>\n<p>\u201cUncut Gems\u201d is a series of unreleased song lyrics, recipes, notes, and more by prominent Nashville songwriters.<\/p>\n<p>Bobby Braddock moved to Nashville at the age of twenty-four in 1964.\u00a0\u00a0His songs, ranging from \u201cD-I-V-O-R-C-E\u201d\u00a0to \u201cTime Marches On,\u201d\u00a0from \u201cGolden Ring\u201d\u00a0to \u201cPeople Are Crazy,\u201d\u00a0have defined and redefined the aesthetics of the country lyric.\u00a0Braddock, the only man living to have written hit country songs across six decades, wrote my favorite country song, \u201cHe Stopped Loving Her Today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I first met Bobby Braddock in the winter of 1983, in the lobby of Tree when the building looked something like a strange Spanish Mission.\u00a0\u00a0He edited \u201cReckless Night,\u201d the first song I ever had recorded.\u00a0\u00a0He advised me to repeat the two great lines of my chorus and ditch the filler.\u00a0\u00a0It was very good advice.\u00a0\u00a0His memoir,\u00a0<em>Down in Orburndale: A Songwriter&#8217;s Youth in Old Florida<\/em>,\u00a0was published by LSU Press in 2007.\u00a0\u2013\u00a0<em>Alice Randall<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Time Flies When you&#8217;re eight years old Four years is half of your life When you&#8217;re forty years old it&#8217;s only ten percent So each year seems to pass Faster than the last And we all sit and wonder where the time went Time flies like a feather in the wind Time flies like a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[32],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-R5","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3291"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3291"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3291\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11724,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3291\/revisions\/11724"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3291"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3291"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3291"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}