I look at ‘em now and I can’t help but laugh
All the memories scattered in those photographs
Grandma had ‘em up everywhere on every shelf
And every single one had a story to tell
If we’d ask her “who’s that?”
She’d dust off a frame
And take us on a walk down Memory Lane

We’d be standin’ on the banks of Vietnam
In the Summer of ’70 with my old man
Wavin’ to the camera... Fightin’ for Uncle Sam
Or holdin’ that barracuda on the boat
When Mom was just a kid off the California coast
She broke her pole, so she drug that fish in hand over hand In those photographs

We could spend a Saturday curled up on the floor
As Gram’d tell tales we’d never heard before
She’d make lemonade and then she’d fill our glass
With lessons in life we’d never learn in class
It was better than any movie on tv
We would hang on every word as she painted the scenes

We’d be standin’ on the field with the football team
Holdin’ up a trophy... livin’ the dream
It was the first state title this little town had ever seen (or has ever seen)
Or sittin’ on the top of the Hoover Dam
Bandanas on our heads, shovels in hand
You know my great grand daddy I look just like was a piece of that
In those photographs...

Solo

From the proms to parties, picnics n’ plays
All the backyard barbeques n’ basketball games
Every pic was a round-trip ticket into the past
I never realized when we’d stop for a pose
All it would mean to us all down the road
Or just how long those memories... were meant to last
The good, the bad, the best times... we ever had
In those photographs

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