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Front porch sittin
In an old rockin chair
The sun is hot
In the Texas sky
Garden growin clothes
Out on the line
Dusty road
When a car goes by
Story tellin of days long ago
And the only place
She'd ever been
Singin softly
This world is not my home
Memories take me back again
Chorus:
When I was young
And Grandma wasn't old
When she guided me
As I watched life unfold
Anything we didn't have
We didn't really need to hold
When I was young
And Grandma wasn't old
She'd throw a party
And all of her friends
Would gather around
The quilting frames
They'd always call out for me
To come inside
And give me nickels
And dimes to sing
It makes me happy
That I can still go back
My memories are so clear
Of how it used to be
When I never dreamed
Of ever lookin back from here
(Chorus)
When I was young
And Grandma wasn't old
