I remember swingin’ on a rusted gate,
Bare feet kickin’ in the southern state.
Grandma’s voice callin’ us in to eat,
Sweet tea, fried chicken, and fresh-picked peas.
Radio playin’ that old George Strait,
When country was country, and the world felt safe.
I miss the good ole days, back when life was slow,
When a handshake mattered, and folks said hello.
Big ol’ reunions with the whole kinfolk,
Laughter in the yard, and a 25-cent Coke.
We’d sit and talk ’til the fire burned low,
Stories ’bout life, and how fast it goes.
Things were simple back then…
And I wish I could be there again.
Sunday mornings dressed in our best,
Mama in pearls and Daddy in a vest.
Choir sang loud, we bowed our heads,
Faith was strong and the Word was said.
Backroads led to the heart of home,
Where love grew deep like an old live oak.
I miss the good ole days, back when life was right,
Front porch pickin’ in the soft twilight.
Uncle Joe tellin’ jokes ’round the fire’s warm glow,
And Grandma dancin’ with her shoes off slow.
You didn’t need much, just family and friends,
The kind of peace that money can’t spend.
Things were simple back then…
And I wish I could be there again.
Now it’s hurry up, pay up, rush through the day,
But I’d give anything to go back that way.
Where time moved gentle, and hearts were kind,
And country music spoke its mind.
I miss the good ole days, when the world made sense,
When Conway sang and the words felt dense.
A Coke was a quarter, and smiles were free,
And love was just as real as the air we breathe.
Yeah, life was better with a slower spin…
And Lord, I wish I could be there again.
Yeah, take me back to a simpler time…
Where the roots ran deep and the stars still shined.
Things were simple back then…
And I wish I could be there again.
AnnieLindsey
