CAPO 2ND FRET 
 
 
 
A WHEN I THINK OF MY CHILDHOOD D DAYS,GROWING E UP IN THE SMALL TOWN A USA 
 
THE FONDEST OF MY D MANY E MEMORIES, IS THAT A FRONT PORCH ROCKING D CHAIR 
 
AND E ALL OF US CHILDREN A GATHERED THERE 
 
WAITING OUR TURN TO D CLIMB UP ON MAMA'S E KNEE 
 
D WITH HER IMAGINATION,{A} AROUND THE WORLD SHE'D TAKE US 
 
WITH THE D STORIES OF THE PLACES SHE E KNEW WE'D NEVER SEE 
 
 
CHORUS: 
 
IN MAMAS D ROCKING CHAIR, SHE COULD A TAKE US ANYWHERE 
 
TO A E TROPICAL ISLAND,OR A SNOW COVERED MOUNTAIN, OR A A DESERT CARAVAN 
 
WE SAILED THE OCEAN, WE D CLIMBED THE IFLE TOWER, WE WENT A A MILLION MILES AN HOUR 
 
WE TRAVELED E EVERYWHERE, IN MAMAS A ROCKING CHAIR 
  
 
A IVE GOT A WIFE AND SOME KIDS OF MY D OWN 
 
EVERY E SATURDAY MORNING THEY  SIT AT A HOME 
 
GATHERED AROUND, THEIR D EYES GLUED TO THE E SCREEN 
 
D AROUND THE WORLD THEY A GO, IN LIVING COLOR AND STEREO 
 
BUT THEY MAY D NEVER GET TO KNOW, THE THRILL E IMAGINATION BRINGS 
 
 
 
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