House On Hayden Street
Grandma left us several years ago
Grandpa and brother Rory met her later on
Mama moved away a few years ago
Sister, she up and went to Dallas
Now the house on Hayden Street belongs to someone else
Are the Sandies and the Rebels still the crosstown rivals
Can you still smell the stockyard when the wind is from the south
Do they still drag Polk on Fridays and go to church on Sundays
Is the class of '73 getting older
And the house on Hayden Street belongs to someone else
I heard Stanley Marsh had to move the Cadillacs
And the Gold Sox are now the Armadillos
Can you still find a horn toad on a hike down the alley
And is it still safe for the kids to walk to school
And the house on Hayden Street belongs to someone else
The road from Amarillo disappears behind me
The memory ever lingers but slowly fades away
I can't recall the sunset on the rim of the Palo Duro
But I'll always remember the road I traveled on
As each new day passes another memory fades
Into the forgotten, miles and miles away
There's almost no more reasons to go back home to Amarillo
And all I've got is faded memories of life in younger days
Still the house on Hayden Street belongs to someone else
Grandpa and brother Rory met her later on
Mama moved away a few years ago
Sister, she up and went to Dallas
Now the house on Hayden Street belongs to someone else
Are the Sandies and the Rebels still the crosstown rivals
Can you still smell the stockyard when the wind is from the south
Do they still drag Polk on Fridays and go to church on Sundays
Is the class of '73 getting older
And the house on Hayden Street belongs to someone else
I heard Stanley Marsh had to move the Cadillacs
And the Gold Sox are now the Armadillos
Can you still find a horn toad on a hike down the alley
And is it still safe for the kids to walk to school
And the house on Hayden Street belongs to someone else
The road from Amarillo disappears behind me
The memory ever lingers but slowly fades away
I can't recall the sunset on the rim of the Palo Duro
But I'll always remember the road I traveled on
As each new day passes another memory fades
Into the forgotten, miles and miles away
There's almost no more reasons to go back home to Amarillo
And all I've got is faded memories of life in younger days
Still the house on Hayden Street belongs to someone else
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Writer(s): Monte Fogle
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