Johnny Reid - What Used To Be

There is a little white house
at the bottom of the street
where my old man's fishing boat
used to float in the shade of a willow tree.

Concrete angel in the garden
with a sign saying 'welcome home'
sleeping there in a bed of weeds
where my momma's roses used to grow.

A busted out screen door
beside a rusted front porch swing
where daddy rolled his cigarettes
smoked and listened to the crickets sing.

And every time it rained
like a river I’d run home
Standing with my brother
beneath that tin roof waterfall.

What used to be
what used to be
all those years looking back at me
I open up the gate
take one step at a time
just beyond the door
go down the hallways of my mind
with tears in my eyes I can see
what used to be

At the bottom of the stairs
beneath a cross upon a wall
beside a bible on the table
sits a picture of us all
right there in black and white
a precious moment of my life
that takes me back to all my yesterdays

What used to be
what used to be
all those years looking back at me
I open up the gate
take one step at a time
just beyond the door
down the hallways of my mind
with tears in my eyes I can see
what used to be
what used to be

There is a little white house
at the end of my street
where my old man's fishing boat
used to float in the shade of a willow tree.

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