Stealing Home

Being young got old
 I couldn't wait to grow up
 When I finally hit 18
 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
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 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
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 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