Song Description
Fond memories of growing up on a farm
| Song Length |
3:52 |
Genre |
Folk - Country, Country - Americana |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Relaxed, Cheerful |
Subject |
Happiness, Home |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Memories Find Their Way Home
Mom in her apron
Daddy was prayin'
Us in a circle giving God thanks for the meal
I could smell bacon
Biscuits and gravy
Asking if maybe we could go play in the field
It's funny how time fades away like a new pair of jeans
From dark navy blue to light pastel
Sometimes my mind returns to the farm, and then it seems
All in the world is well ...
Two packs of BBs
Fighting thru sennabeans
Attacking anything with a battle yell
My brother beside me
And our new puppy
Living our childhood dreams on the old cattle trail
It's funny how time fades away like the final beam
As the sunset begin to pale
Sometimes my mind returns to the farm, and then it seems
All in the world is well ...
When I'm alone, my mind starts to roam, and those memories find their way home
Those memories find their way home
When I die, all I want to take along is the memory of my family
And the memories of that farm
It's funny how time fades away like last night's dream
Bits and pieces remain to tell
Sometimes my mind returns to the farm, and then it seems
All in the world is well ...
When I'm alone, my mind starts to roam, and those memories find their way home
All those memories find their way home ...
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