Somewhere under all that lace
Standin' in her mama's high heeled shoes
With a lipstick covered face
And here's a little boy on a pony
He's a cowboy all the way
He used to pull my hair and make me mad
At the Saturday matinee
Who would've thought that I'd lose my heart
To the same little boy someday
Some of them bring me close to tears, others make me laugh
Old memories seem to come alive
And open up the past again and let me dream inside
Here's brother with his very first automobile
Thought he'd washed the paint away
He took a job that took him West
He's doing very well and we don't see much of brother these days
Oh, and this is my favorite of my papa
He's dressed up in his Sunday suit
A wide brimmed hat, a watch on a chain
Well, I'm gonna tell you the truth
It's a picture of a downright handsome man
Caught in the prime of his youth
Some of them bring me close to tears,
Old memories seem to come alive
And open up the past again and let me dream inside
They open up the past again and let me dream inside
Written
by
K.T. Oslin & Jerry Gillespie
