When I was passing seven
My Mama bought a house
At the corner of McCain Street
On the west side of our town
It had a big old room upstairs
With red tile on the floor
And I could dance for hours
Till my records all were worn

Chorus:
That big old house had gardens
With onions, peas and greens
And rhubarb that I love today
And rows of giant beans
It had a big stone fire place
That Daddy built by hand
An’ we’d shoot cap guns in the alley
Or build castles in the sand

My room upstairs had windows
That looked out on two sides
And I could see my friends come round
They all lived close by
We could play till dust arrived
And ride our bikes for blocks
Then come back home to that big old house
Where no one had to knock


But now I’m grown and when I pass
That old house on McCain
The garden’s gone; the fireplace too
And the alley way’s been paved
That big old house seems smaller now
And that big old yard has shrunk
But in my mind the memories stay
Locked in my tickle trunk

Repeat chorus and add tag: That big old house seems smaller now, but in my mind it’s grand.

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