There is not much left to lean on
when
I walk down memory lane
every scene here has a story
from another time and
place
as my thoughts turn into pictures
that help me remonice
who ever thought
my life and times
would all come down to this
.
2nd VERSE
sat on the
steps down at the church
watched the sun go down
could a million Sunday mornings
no
way add up to now
my mind brings up those memories
can't seem to stop those
tears
if I could only reach somehow
recapture all those years
.
CHORUS:
The
changing of the seasons
these wrinkles on my face
nothing ever stays the same
except
for this old place
it's the one that saw me grow up
from a kid to an old man
the
hands of time turn quick and I'm
still ... doin the best I can
.
3rd VERSE:
It
rained last Saturday morning
thought I'd drive out to the farm
past the fields
where I had grown up
down the road to that old barn
those cottonfields still
look so dry
the wagons look so old
but you never will forget a place
you
long again to know
.
REPEAT CHORUS:
The changing of the seasons
these
wrinkles on my face
nothing ever stays the same
except for this old place
it's
the one that saw me grow up
from a kid to an old man
the hands of time turn
quick and I'm
still ... doin the best I can