[Verse 1]
Out where the corn rows kiss the sky,
Grade-school kids in a small-town high,
We’d grab our poles at the crack of dawn,
Head to the creek or a neighbor’s pond.
Red worms wrigglin’ on a rusty hook,
Catching more fish than Mama could cook.
Sun on our backs, bare feet in the mud,
Laughin’ so hard we’d fall with a thud.
[Chorus]
Oh, those were the days in our little ol’ town,
Fishing the creek till the sun went down.
Swimmin’ in water cool and clear,
Little League dreams to ballpark cheer.
Skatin’ on wheels to a Beatles tune,
Dancin’ to records under the moon.
Hamburgers, shakes, and a crush so sweet,
At Rosie’s café our life was complete.
[Verse 2]
Summer meant splashin’ in that same ol’ creek,
Cannonballs flyin’, playin’ hide-and-seek.
Little League games under Friday night lights,
Swingin’ for fences with all of our might.
Roller rink glow with a neon spark,
Skatin’ in circles till way past dark.
Spinnin’ 45’s with Elvis on the stack,
“Stones and The Who” callin’ us back.
[Chorus]
Oh, those were the days in our little ol’ town,
Fishing the creek till the sun went down.
Swimmin’ in water cool and clear,
Little League dreams to ballpark cheer.
Skatin’ on wheels to a Beatles tune,
Dancin’ to records under the moon.
Hamburgers, shakes, and a crush so sweet,
At Rosie’s café our life was complete.
[Bridge]
Running into Rosie’s, piling in a booth,
Sippin’ on shakes, tellin’ tales uncouth.
Sneakin’ a glance at that girl with the smile,
Heart skippin’ beats by a country mile.
“Ricky Nelson” on a jukebox play,
Wishin’ she’d look, maybe smile my way.
[Verse 3]
Years roll on like a dusty back road,
Memories heavier than any load.
But I still hear the crack of that Little League bat,
Feel the cool creek water splash where we sat.
Those forty-five’s may be cracked and worn,
But they spin in my heart where the dreams were born.
[Chorus]
Yeah, those were the days in our little ol’ town,
Fishing the creek till the sun went down.
Swimmin’ in water cool and clear,
Little League dreams to ballpark cheer.
Skatin’ on wheels to a Beatles tune,
Dancin’ to records under the moon.
Hamburgers, shakes, and a crush so sweet,
At Rosie’s café our life was complete.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 4]
Now I’m old but still hold tight,
To those fun-filled days and starlit nights.
If I could do it again, just one more time,
I’d jump at the chance and blow my mine,
I’d jump at the chance and blowwwww MY mineeeeeeeeeeeee
[Fade Out] (“I’d jump at the chance and blow MY mineeeeeeeeeeeee”)
Copyright November 13, 2025, by Stephen Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved
