Conway Twitty, Boyhood Memories
Some of those boyhood memories,
only so often come around,
so when they do, I set them free,
on paper I write them down,
When I was younger living at Blackiston Mill..
I had a rocking horse,
and I remember the day I took a spill,
as I hit the floor head first,
And I remember my pet squirrel,
and me learning how to roller skate,
the very first time I kissed a girl....
before I was old enough to date,
And I remember when mom and dad,
moved us to the city....
when I was just a lad....
listening to the songs of Conway Twitty,
Yes, he'll forever be missed by me,
and his songs still come to mind...
a great writer and singer of musical history,
One Great Legend of all times!
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