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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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