I remember that place where I grew up,
Small house, small rooms and a backyard barn,
Used to play by the trees near the road out by the front door,
I could hear music from the pub and the cars with their roar,
Great days they were,
Had friend on every turn,
Never had much toys but we sure held our own,

I remember it on those days,
Our crowd from school as we go home to play,
Didnt get a bite or a taste on the day,
We still laugh and run because it did matter anyway,
The fights and dusts never made us part ways,
We all had things to share and my love fell to that place,

We never had much but we were always in luck,
Walls were thin, small inside and to the outs a little torn,
I miss the old shack,
Place I once called home,
I could almost see its dirt road,
Just pass downtown