A dusty road when a car goes by
Front porch sitting in an old rocking chair
The sun is hot in the Texas sky
Garden growing, clothes out on a line
Story telling of days long ago
And the only place she'd ever been
I'm singing softly, “This world is not my home”
And memories take me back again
When I was young and grandma wasn't old
When she guided me asI watched life unfold
Anything we didn't have we didn't really need to hold
When I was young and grandma wasn't old
She'd throw a party and all of her friends
Would gather around Quilton ranch
And always call out for me to come inside
And give me nickels and dimes to sing
It makes me happy that I can still go back
My memories are so clear
Of how all it used to be when
I never dreamed of ever looking back from here
When I was young and grandma wasn't old
When she guided me as I watched life unfold
Anything we didn't have, we didn't really need to hold
When I was young and grandma wasn't old
When I was young and grandma wasn't old