Marbles In The Sand

Written by: Warren Yates

Copyright 2006

Performed by Kudzu

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Going home ain't the same as it use to be

The memories in my mind are all that's left

Now I stand here all along, no place to call my own

just my thoughts and how thing were so dear to me

I can see my Daddy walking through the corn rows

I can smell my Mama's cooking on the stove

Uncle Henry stopping by, Aunt Dot to sit a while

Oh the stories that they told still live in me

I can hear the sound of that old slamming screen door

Hound dogs jumped along the fence when they were feed

Finding marbles in the sand, in the dirt road where it ran

Walking in those fresh plowed rows felt cool to me

Chorus

Then the county took the land, built a highway where they planed

The old folks died off one by one, in heaven they shall stand

I stand here looking at the world, faster as they speed

Nothing left for me it's plain to see, but one marble in the sand

Repeat Chorus