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The Way It Was

Summer time was filled with laughter and fun Childhood remembered playing in the sun Swimming holes and watermelon served ice cold You can’t go home again, so I have been told But home, I go,when my mind drifts back To ice cream socials, rodeos, supper in a sack Hay meadows kissed by the morning dew Sitting on the porch on an old church pew The smell of the rain and the grass when you mow Memories take me there anytime I want to go Cotton patch battles with that old Johnson grass Learning how to cook, the burning of the trash Toting water buckets , feeding those old dogs Making a log cabin simply outlined by logs Nehi grape soda's purple circles on your lip Visiting relatives, always ready for the trip Learning to ride a bike and skinning your knee Picking juicy peaches from that old peach tree Snow cones, ice cream, a RC and a moon pie Memories like this can bring a tear to your eye A tear of joy for all things simple and sweet Waving at your neighbors, whenever you meet Listening to the radio and sleeping outside Playing hide ‘n seek, knowing just where to hide Frog legs, crawfish, and running a trot line A better kind of life you will never find Just a poor white girl living in the sticks Not a bit ashamed that we were called hicks This is the life I enjoyed as a kid You say you can’t go back, well, I just did

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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