Front porch sittin' in an old rockin' chair The sun is hot in the Texas sky Garden growin', clothes out on a line A 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 And memories take me back again When I was young and Grandma wasn't home 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 home She'd throw a party and all of her friends Would gather around the quiltin' 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 home 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 home