My mama would sing on that front porch swing
I was eight years old
Old hymns, good friends
Feed my soul
I gotta go back
I gotta go back
To that place where all those good old days were at
If I'm ever gonna get this crazy life of mine on track
I gotta go back
I gotta go back
We spent the last few years on our careers
Working our way up
With the ladders we climbed we never took time to work on us
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
To that place where all those good old days were at
If we're ever gonna get this crazy love of ours on track
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
Remember the days when our children were safe in schools and didn't have guns
There was no Iraq, no terrorist attacks
No 911
I was eight years old
Old hymns, good friends
Feed my soul
I gotta go back
I gotta go back
To that place where all those good old days were at
If I'm ever gonna get this crazy life of mine on track
I gotta go back
I gotta go back
We spent the last few years on our careers
Working our way up
With the ladders we climbed we never took time to work on us
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
To that place where all those good old days were at
If we're ever gonna get this crazy love of ours on track
We gotta go back
We gotta go back
Remember the days when our children were safe in schools and didn't have guns
There was no Iraq, no terrorist attacks
No 911
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