Stealing Home - Willie Nelson

Being young got old

I couldn’t wait to grow up

When I finally hit eighteen

I got out of this tired old town

I didn’t get back much

As much as mama wanted

The few times I did get back

It didn’t hit me like it is right now

The house got small

Dad lost his hair

The rope swing and the trees aren’t there

The neighbor, she ain’t sweet old Mrs. Jones

Little sister’s not right down the hall

Rex ain’t around to fetch his ball

No need to ride to grandma’s down the road

Damn old Father Time for stealing home

It didn’t take two weeks

From the time the sign first went up

Dad said the folks who bought it

Sure do seem to love the place

Mom called and I came

To help her load the U-Haul

Seems for every box I pack

I find another yesterday

The house was huge and dad had hair

There was a rope swing on the tree right there

No one baked a pie like Mrs. Jones

And we grew like weeds on the kitchen wall

Rex, he lived to fetch his ball

And grandma was a bike ride down the road

Damn old Father Time for stealing home

Little sister’s not right down the hall

Rex ain’t around to fetch his ball

No need to ride to grandma’s down the road

Damn old Father Time for stealing home