Experienced enough to have some perspective on life, the veteran (and aptly named) Old 97's spend their rootsy sixth disc recalling growing up. The CD opens with a birth (the cathartic ''Won't Be Home'') and ends with a death (the mournful ''No Mother''), and in between covers love and loss with dreamy nostalgia (''Bloomington'') and utter goofiness (''Coahuila,'' where they rhyme ''ravioli'' with ''kind of lonely'').

