Front porch sittin in an old rockin chair 
The sun is hot in the Texas sky 
Garden growin clothes out on the line 
Dusty road when a car goes by 

Story tellin of days long ago 
And the only place she'd ever been 

Singin softly This World Is Not My Home 
Memories take me back again 

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 

She'd throw a party and all of her friends 
Would gather around the quilting frames 
They'd 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 It used to be when I never dreamed 
Of ever lookin 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