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Childhood Days
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A nostalgic look back to the carefee days of youth before I knew what mortgages and medical bills were.
acoustic folk country lai
Lyricist on an endless quest for the perfect melody.
I'm afraid I can't claim to be a band, although I have been known to jump on a bandwagon from time to time. No, I'm just a humble lyricist who is in absolute awe of the composers who have stumbled into my life and bothered to wrap a melody around some of my words. I've been attempting to legitimately call myself a lyricist since I was about 14 years old. Have a listen, won't you, and let me know if I qualify.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
Peak #125
Peak in subgenre #29
Author
Greg C Brown/Mike DeShazer
Rights
2001 Greg C. Brown & Mike DeShazer
Uploaded
April 26, 2003
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
As I head towards the other end of my life, I find myself thinking about "way back when" a lot more often than I used to. This is just a whole lot of reminiscing. Names and places are real.
Lyrics
Childhood Days Greg C. Brown and Mike DeShazer I used to go down to Sadler's Pond With just a cane pole and a hook; Lazing on a carefree summer day, Drowning worms and reading comic books. But the time soon came when all those games Reached their natural end. As the years go by I stop and sigh, And find myself thinking 'bout way back when... CHORUS When the air smelled sweeter to a young man's nose Bumble bee buzzing on a yellow rose, Cool mud squishing through barefoot toes, Oh, where did my childhood days all go? I remember when the summer rain Would bring life to the new-cut grass. Oh the fragrance of that memory Makes me wish those days would always last. But alas we grew as children do, Into women and men. We're living our lives, husbands and wives, But I can't help thinking 'bout way back when... REPEAT CHORUS I look at my own two daughters now Looking every bit just like me. They’re working on their own memories of Video games and MTV. But it makes me kinda sad That they won’t know the summers of their dad, Playing baseball down at Peanut Park, Spin the bottle kisses in the dark. Belly flop diving in Billy’s pool, Ice cream socials and Sunday School. When the air smelled sweeter to a young man's nose, Bumble bee buzzing on a yellow rose, Cool mud squishing through barefoot toes, Oh, where did my childhood days… I used to go down to Sadler’s Pond With just a cane pole and a hook. Lazing on a carefree summer day, Drowning worms and reading comic books.
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