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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 home