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WHEN I THINK OF MY CHILDHOOD DAYS,GROWING UP IN THE SMALL TOWN USA
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THE FONDEST OF MY MANY E MEMORIES, IS THAT FRONT PORCH ROCKING CHAIR
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AND ALL OF US CHILDREN GATHERED THERE
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WAITING OUR TURN TO CLIMB UP ON MAMA'S KNEE
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WITH HER IMAGINATION, AROUND THE WORLD SHE' TAKE US
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WITH THE STORIES OF THE PLACES SHE KNEW WE' NEVER SEE
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IN MAMAS ROCKING CHAIR, SHE COULD TAKE US ANYWHERE
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TO A TROPICAL ISLAND,OR SNOW COVERED MOUNTAIN, OR A DESERT CARAVAN
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WE SAILED THE OCEAN, WE CLIMBED THE IFLE TOWER, WE WENT A MILLION MILES AN HOUR
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WE TRAVELED EVERYWHERE, IN MAMAS ROCKING CHAIR
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IVE GOT A WIFE AND SOME KIDS OF MY OWN
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EVERY SATURDAY MORNING THEY SIT AT HOME
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GATHERED AROUND, THEIR EYES GLUED TO THE SCREEN
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AROUND THE WORLD THEY GO, IN LIVING COLOR AND STEREO
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BUT THEY MAY NEVER GET TO KNOW, THE THRILL IMAGINATION BRINGS
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