He was standing in the rubbleOf an old farmhouse outside BirminghamWhen some of the scene reporterStuck a camera in the face of that old manHe said “tell the folks please mister, what are you gonna do?Now that this here twister has taken all that’s dear to you”The old man just smiled,He said,“Boy let me tell you something, this ain’t nothing”He said,”I lost my daddy when I was eight years oldThat cave-in at the Kincaid mine left a big old hole,And I lost my baby brother, a best friend in my left handIn a no win situation in a place called VietnamAnd last year I watched my loving wife,Of 50 years waste away and dieAnd I held her hand til her hear of gold stopped pumping,So this ain’t nothin’He said,”I learned at an early ageThere’s things that matter and there’s things that don’tSo if you’re waiting here for me to cryI hate to disappoint you boy, but I won’tThen he reached down in the rubble and picked up a photographWiped the dirt off of it with the hand that he still hadHe put it to his lips and said,”Man, she was somethin’But this Ain’t nothin’He said,”I lost my daddy when I was eight years oldThat cave in at the Kincaid mines left a big old hole And I lost my baby brother, my best friend in my left handIn a no win situation in a place called VietnamAnd last year I watched my loving wife,of 50 years waste away and dieWe were holding hands when her heart of gold stopped pumpingSo this ain’t nothin’He said,”this ain’t nothin’ time won’t eraseAnd this ain’t nothin’ money can’t replaceHe said,”You sit and watch your loving wifeOf 50 years fighting for her lifeThen you hold her hand til her heart of gold stops pumpingYeah boy that’s somethin’So this ain’t nothin’No this ain’t nothin’