Story Behind The Song
A trip back to Ada, Oklahoma.
Song Description
This song takes a wistful look at the old neighborhood, wondering about the lives of the current child inhabitants and how dismilar or similar they are to my own times.
| Song Length |
4:53 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional, Country - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Content, Peaceful |
Subject |
History, Past |
| Similar Artists |
Garth Brooks, Clint Black |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
1st
They say you can?t go home again.
But I did that today.
Back to the house that I grew up in,
And I drifted away.
To a home made ramp, landin? in my front yard,
I was Evel Kneivel when I pedaled real hard.
We?d camp out in a tent right in my backyard,
So big and brave, but we ran in in the dark,
In my neighborhood, growin? up like neighbors should.
Chorus
Does that Ice Cream truck still drive through here?
Tell me where are the kids who cry when suppertime?s near?
Do they still play kickball in that field over there?
Will someone still kiss a frog on a double dog dare?
In this neighborhood, my old neighborhood.
2nd
And I remember our Christmas tree forts,
My but those were the days,
NO GIRLS ALLOWED we?d give?em what for,
But we grew out of that phase
?Round that old water tower they?ve put a twelve foot fence,
?Cause we?d hang off the top just like we didn?t have sense,
There?s Miss Baker?s old house, I can still smell the pies,
We?d stop by after school and see the love in her eyes for our neighborhood,
Man she loved her neighbors good.
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
There was me and Dave and those Rogers twins, we were more like brothers than just good friends,
But life takes a bit out of everyone?s dreams and that year we lost Dave we fell apart at the seams in our neighborhood, My old neighborhood,