We would take a short ride
To my grandparent's place to play
With lots of places to hide
Back in the day
Sometimes we'd get tired
That's where we'll stay
And dream of what we desired
Back in the day
Up early every morning
Grandma would get up and pray
And we'd still be yawning
Back in the day
As we grew old
We'd visit on the way
Listen to stories neighbours told
Back in the day
Then came dismay
The land had to make way
We had to move away
From back in the day
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