Way Back When
Watching you laugh 'til you can barely breathe
Doing tricks out on the trampoline
Still refusing to brush your teeth
At the end of the day
Trying to catch you a lightning bolt
Four leaf clovers and a pot of gold
You still don't like doing what you're told
But I guess that's okay
'Cause pretty soon you'll be twenty one
Out on the town just having fun
But I'll still remember you, my son
From way back when
Pretty soon you'll be thirty two
You'll call me up out of the blue
And you'll still sound like the kid I knew
From way back when
You came home crying this afternoon
Some kid at school said some things about you
Now you're feeling some kind of blue
That I can't make go away
You are moving and you are becoming
I guess this is where you start running
Out of the door and into the sun
And I have to be okay
'Cause pretty soon you'll be forty three
You'll be looking back just like me
And we'll laugh about how it use to be
Way back when
Maybe by then you'll live far away
Some other city, and some other state
Please come home for Christmas and it'll be great
Like way back when
Going past in the blink of an eye
I'd slow it down and I try and I try
But I've learned you have to let go
Of whatever it is you love so much
Pretty soon you'll be older than me
And I'll be a part of history
I hope you'll carry the best of me
From way back when
I know you'll carry the best of me
From way back when
Doing tricks out on the trampoline
Still refusing to brush your teeth
At the end of the day
Trying to catch you a lightning bolt
Four leaf clovers and a pot of gold
You still don't like doing what you're told
But I guess that's okay
'Cause pretty soon you'll be twenty one
Out on the town just having fun
But I'll still remember you, my son
From way back when
Pretty soon you'll be thirty two
You'll call me up out of the blue
And you'll still sound like the kid I knew
From way back when
You came home crying this afternoon
Some kid at school said some things about you
Now you're feeling some kind of blue
That I can't make go away
You are moving and you are becoming
I guess this is where you start running
Out of the door and into the sun
And I have to be okay
'Cause pretty soon you'll be forty three
You'll be looking back just like me
And we'll laugh about how it use to be
Way back when
Maybe by then you'll live far away
Some other city, and some other state
Please come home for Christmas and it'll be great
Like way back when
Going past in the blink of an eye
I'd slow it down and I try and I try
But I've learned you have to let go
Of whatever it is you love so much
Pretty soon you'll be older than me
And I'll be a part of history
I hope you'll carry the best of me
From way back when
I know you'll carry the best of me
From way back when
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Writer(s): Kevin Rhoads, Drew Holcomb
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