Being young got old I couldn't wait to grow up When I finally hit eighteen I got out of this tired old town I didn't get back much As much as mama wanted The few times I did get back It didn't hit me like it is right now
The house got small Dad lost his hair The rope swing and the trees aren't there The neighbor, she ain't sweet old Mrs. Jones Little sister's not right down the hall Rex ain't around to fetch his ball No need to ride to grandma's down the road Damn old Father Time for stealing home
It didn't take two weeks From the time the sign first went up Dad said the folks who bought it Sure do seem to love the place Mom called and I came To help her load the U-Haul Seems for every box I pack I find another yesterday
The house was huge and dad had hair There was a rope swing on the tree right there No one baked a pie like Mrs. Jones And we grew like weeds on the kitchen wall Rex, he lived to fetch his ball And grandma was a bike ride down the road Damn old Father Time for stealing home
Little sister's not right down the hall Rex ain't around to fetch his ball No need to ride to grandma's down the road Damn old Father Time for stealing homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
