They say that times were
tough then
That money was very tight
But I remember my childhood
And I know that can't be
right
Mom would cook our dinner
Dad came home at five
We were all sitting at the
table
Waiting for him to arrive
We wouldn't eat from a
microwave
Or a restaurant down the
street
We all ate Mom's home
cooking
And boy that can't be beat
We didn't eat in front of
the TV
Or with a phone in our hand
We weren't plugged into a
stereo
bopping to the latest band
We would all sit at the table
Everyone in their place
There were never any
surprises
We recognized every face
Brothers to the left of me
Sisters to the right
That's the way we ate dinner
Every single night
We laughed we joked we
talked we ate
We were a family don't you
see
Though some may have been
raised poor
You can see it wasn't me
We ate collards we ate
biscuits
We ate fatback and blackeyed
peas
We said yes sir we said no
sir
We said thank you ma'am and
please
So when you talk of family
life
Or how it used to be
Though many had more money
None were as rich as me
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