As soon as I could walk I ran
Stayed about as still as sand
And when I stopped and turned around
Said man oh man how far I've come
Look at all these things I've done
Now you know I just want to go home
I never have stood still in the sun or the rain
Like that old littering pine tree
When time moves on
I move along but the images will always be
With each passing year the lines will grow deeper
My memories will grow sweeter
The laughter will grow fainter
And I'll remain the painter of a love song from 1973
Shannon McNally
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