My mama would sing On that front porch swing I was 8 years old Old hands, good friends feeding my soul
I gotta go back I gotta go back To that place where all those good old days were at If I'm ever gonna get this crazy life of mine on track I gotta go back I gotta go back
We spent our last few years On our career Working our way up With the ladders we've climbed We never took time To work on us
We gotta go back We gotta go back To that place where all those good old days were at If we're ever gonna get this crazy love of ours on track We gotta go back We gotta go back
Remember the days when our children were safe And schools didn't have guns There was no Iraq No terrorist attacks No 911
We gotta go back We gotta go back To that place where all those good old days were at If we're ever gonna get this crazy world of ours on track We gotta go back We gotta go back
If we're ever gonna get this crazy world of ours on track We gotta go back We gotta go back
