When i think of my childhood d daysgrowing e up in the small town a usa

The fondest of my d many e memories is that a front porch rocking d chair

And e all of us children a gathered there

Waiting our turn to d climb up on mama's e knee

D with her imagination,{a} around the world she'd take us

With the d stories of the places she e knew we'd never see

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In mamas d rocking chair, she could a take us anywhere

To a e tropical island,or a snow covered mountain, or a a desert caravan

We sailed the ocean, we d climbed the ifle tower, we went a a million miles an hour

We traveled e everywhere, in mamas a rocking chair

A ive got a wife and some kids of my d own

Every e saturday morning they sit at a home

Gathered around their d eyes glued to the e screen
D around the world they a go in living color and stereo

But they may d never get to know, the thrill e imagination brings
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