If it were not for a song
Midnight train to Georgia
Little child runnin' wild
Fellows mellow hanging 
Holler holler!

Ketchup sandwiches
Home alone  
Aah Dem days 
Mommy's home!
Pity pat chit chat

Who's the leader?
Trouble maker all
this trouble who's to
Save ya right tonight
Ya goin' home.

Dodge ball in the hall
Somebody hit ya hit
'em harder.
No more father.
Rip that change

Nothing was ever the
Same again. 
Time passes and he's
Farther away.
Holler!  Movin'  stride

Against the tide.
Holler. HOLLER!
For all the good times
And good byes
Little child runnin' wild.

Way back there brothers
And sisters cousins 
Up stairs and down stairs
party years

Loudness never quiet
Hallway mallee last tag
1 2 3 get off my father's
Apple tree!  
Time passes. A cake walk.

You ain't my mother!
You ain't  my father!
Don't tell me what to do!
Little child. 


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