Take Me Back
Words and music by Kenny Shore, 2004

Swinging out over a lake on a shaky vine
Walking down an old dirt road taking my time
Wearing my cut-off jeans in the summertime
Dressing up Sunday morning, "walk, don't run"
Deacon in a dark suit sneaking me a stick of gum
Walking down the aisle, like the "Prodigal Son"

Take me back to the way it was before
Nice and simple, nothing less and nothing more
When I hear the train coming down the track
My memories take me back

Sitting on a blanket in the bleachers snuggled up tight
Hot chocolate and a hotdog on a chilly night
Watching those helmets shine under those lights
Going to my Grandma‚s, covered up in covers all night
Drawing on the ceiling in the dark with a flashlight
Hugging my Grandma really tight

Take me back to the way it used to be
When the ways of the world were all a big, wonderful mystery
Riding in the back of that powder blue Pontiac
My memories take me back

Well, the county drained the lake, now it's dry
The old dirt road's been paved for a while
Tore down the church where I walked down the aisle
Grandma went up to heaven when she died
Now I never go down Brookwood Drive
I'm missing her sweet smile and her sweet potato pie

Take me back to the way it was before
Sometime around Nineteen Sixty Four
When I open the prize and eat the Cracker Jack
My memories take me back

Swinging out over a lake, holding my son
Walking down another dirt road, watching him run
Humming a tune by the late George Harrison