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[G] I’m sure it was magic not imagi[C]nation Papa would sing the songs from back [G] when We drove on the red clay way past the [C] station To the [D] old carnival that piece of [G] heaven [G] The smell of the air there was just like [C] todays Of sweet summer heat off the [G] cotton and the sounds of the bluebird out at [C] play [D] Bring back to me those days in [G] the sun [C] What’s at the end of your [G] old dirt road [D] Its different for every[G]one [C] What do you dream of when [G] time runs slow [D] The magic of your first home [G] run? [G] I remember the crack of the [C] popcorn And the lines from our old secret [G] code There was nothing outside the [C] border of the [D] fair at the end of [G] the road Chorus [G] The times get tougher when your [C] older And Papa can’t sing like that any[G]more So take a drive somewhere off the [C] shoulder And [D] make some memories like the ones from [G] before Chorus © 2011 by John F. Zawacki
