James Robert Webb - Stealing Home

Being young got old, I couldn't wait to grow up
When I finally hit eighteen I got out of this tired old town
Didn't get back much, as much as Momma wanted
The few times I did get get back it didn't hit me like it is right now

CHORUS:
The house got small and dad lost hair
The rope swing and the tree aren't there
The neighbor, she ain't sweet old Mrs. Jones
Little sister's not right down the hall
And Rex ain't around to fetch his ball
And no need to ride to grandma's down the road
Oh, damn old Father Time for stealing home

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, I came to help them load the U-Haul
Seems for every box I pack I find another yesterday

CHORUS:
The house was huge and dad had hair
Was a rope swing on the tree right there
And no one baked a pie like Mrs. Jones
Yeah we grew like weeds on the kitchen wall
And Rex he lived to fetch his ball
And grandma was a bike ride down the road
Oh, damn old Father Time for stealing home

Little sister's not right down the hall
And Rex ain't around to fetch his ball
And no need to ride to grandma's down the road
Oh, damn old Father Time for stealing home For stealing home

Written by:
CASEY BEATHARD, MARLA CANNON-GOODMAN, DONALD R SAMPSON

Publisher:
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