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

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Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Donald Sampson, Marla Cannon-Goodman